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Previously, on Allegiance...

Gabby, have a drink-- for the old times.

I’m good.

My training officer, Klassen--

guy made his rookies write up all his paperwork.

Brambilla not following up?

I don’t think I’ve heard that story.

Don’t "family man" act fool ya.

I understand your son’s filing an appeal from prison.

I can make sure

that every inmate in that prison knows

that his father’s a cop.

Was this because of me?

Just get me out of here, Dad.

You’ll be my eyes and ears.

Stay close to Brambilla. Keep me informed.

I’ve heard things about you, Sohal.

Throwing shade on

experienced, respected members of the service

as a career-building strategy?

It’s too long.

Don’t get sloppy, Simran.

Guys!

These little mistakes will dock us marks.

- I’ve worked way too hard. - -Yaar tu!

Chill. We don’t get graded for a tech dress.

-Is it crooked? -Move.

I’ll do it.

Go set these up!

25 seconds, people!

Do I have to do everything?

Could you stand straight, please?

15 seconds! Let’s go!

Okay, come on, girls, come close.

Come.

Come. Come.

Waheguru-ji, give us strength and courage.

Give us joy and grace as we dance

to honour our legacy and where we come from.

Let’s have fun!

Let’s do it, you guys!

West Coast Bhangra Warriors,

you are next.

Ready? And play music!

♪ Hey! ♪

Oh, my God! Kiran, are you okay?

Girls!

She’s going into shock!

Call 9-1-1 now!

Hey!

I, uh... got you something.

For me?

Mm-hmm.

"Toasted coconut" air freshener?

For your car.

Did you read somewhere that toasted coconut

gets rid of the smell of dead rat?

Ah, I just thought you could use a fresh start.

Well, you know, I think we both could.

What is it?

It’s Vince.

There’s been an incident at a Bhangra competition--

one fatality, one woman in serious condition.

Vince.

Hey.

Team picture of the West Coast Bhangra Warriors

at last year’s competition.

It was posted anonymously today.

It was captioned--

"I’ll kill you all."

And Gillian has it?

Yeah, we sent it to her.

Here, let me show you.

That’s the team captain, Kiran Gulati.

She had a seizure triggered by anaphylactic shock.

She’s en route to Surrey General as we speak.

What about the fatality?

Simran Sandhu.

She’s this way.

Tenille?

We know anything yet?

Unfortunately, no.

No external evidence of injury.

One minute, she’s dancing, and the next...

Is there a connection

between Simran’s death and Kiran’s seizure?

Well, I won’t know until I run a tox screen

and do the autopsy on Simran.

I’m gonna coordinate with Surrey General

once they get Kiran’s results back.

Did either of these two girls have a history of epilepsy

and maybe a severe allergy?

Not according to their parents.

Then what would make them collapse like this?

I won’t know until I get my tox screen back.

HVAC tested the air--

it’s all clear, so it’s not airborne.

Okay.

The rest of the team’s parents are arriving.

Gabinski’s getting them to sign

consent forms for questioning.

-Where’s the Warriors team now? -Upstairs.

We’ve contained all the competing teams separately.

Well, the person who did this and sent the threat,

they could be still here.

Or he could be long gone--

assuming he was here at all.

We’re monitoring the doors now.

-All right. Thanks, Vince. -Yeah.

We’ll go talk to them.

Over there, please. Thank you.

Hey. I, uh, ahem,

got a list of all the people in attendance.

Asad and Trinh are collecting phones.

You good, Gabby?

Yeah.

Gillian, I’m sending you a list of names.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Can I ask you to take a seat?

I’m Detective Sohal.

This is Detective Kalaini.

Hi.

We know that there are no words

for what you must be feeling right now,

and we’re so sorry.

Detective Kalaini and I are gonna do

everything that we can to find some answers.

We’re gonna ask each of you some questions,

once we get consent from your parents,

but until then,

is there anything that you can tell us

about this photo that was posted?

Do you girls have something you’d like to share?

We saw that picture that says that we’ll die.

Is that true?

Is Simran really dead?

What about Kiran? Will she die too?

Kiran’s in the hospital right now,

and they are giving her the best care that they can.

We know that this is scary...

...and we have paramedics on standby,

in case anything happens,

and we will get to the bottom of this.

This is a very sensitive matter for us.

We know that the last time there was a target

on the Bhangra community,

that the CFPC dropped the ball,

and I will make sure that that doesn’t happen again.

Being part of a Bhangra group

is like being part of a family.

Bhangra is supposed to bring joy,

it’s supposed to bring us together.

Is there a way that we can do this together?

We need to know everything that you know.

Let’s start with who took this photo.

I don’t know who posted it today,

but Gavan, our academy owner,

she takes all our photos and videos.

Yeah, I took this photo,

right before we went in to compete

at the Pacific Coast Competition last year.

Does anyone else have this photo?

Everyone does.

I send it out to students, parents, teachers,

they, then, get posted to the Academy’s socials.

Is there anything that you can tell us

about Kiran or Simran?

Kiran is... a brilliant dancer.

She’s relentless, driven,

and she always wants to win.

And so she’s the best out of all of them?

Uh... technically speaking?

Yes.

There are technical dancers,

and then there are dancers who have nakhra--

it’s charm.

Ahh.

They’re the ones the audience loves.

And Simran?

What about her?

Simran, um...

Simran was an easy dancer.

She...

She was never any fuss.

She didn’t have a competitive edge.

Unlike the other girls?

L.A. scouts were coming tonight

to recruit dancers for Yuvraj’s world tour.

Yuvraj, the singer?

Yeah. Yeah, some of the newer girls

let this stuff cloud what Bhangra stood for,

but the opportunity to go to L.A.--

it’s... it’s a once-in-a-lifetime dream.

And so it’s possible

one of them could be behind this photo?

Maybe...

if they wanted it bad enough.

Sabrina, I think I’ve got a hit on something.

All right. Thanks, Gavan. We’ll keep you posted.

Yeah, go ahead, Gillian.

I looked into the threat photo.

It was posted from an encrypted Toronto address.

It’s a-a blocked VPN--

I’m still working on that--

but what I did find

was something on the academy social account.

Wait, does it have anything to do

with last year’s Pacific Coast competition?

Funny you should ask.

I found photos from that competition.

It looks like between the tech-dress

and trophy ceremony,

someone gave Kiran Gulati a black eye.

There’s a Reddit thread from last year.

Uh, it turns out there was a fight between

a member of the Dance Beast and the Warriors.

Why didn’t she mention that?

Maybe because she didn’t know?

Oh, come on.

Bhangra is everything to these girls.

If I’m Kiran and I get into a fight

that’s gonna get me benched right before a competition,

I wouldn’t tell the academy owner.

- Hmm. - Hey, Gillian?

Any word on which Dance Beasts she fought with?

Yeah, there’s a couple of names floating around,

but the consistent one is "Jugni".

Let’s go find Jugni.

I can’t believe Simran’s gone.

She was... chill.

I-I liked her.

And what about Kiran?

Did you like her too?

You don’t know Kiran like I do.

She’s a sneaky bully.

She’d make you believe you’re her best friend,

but it was all an act.

She’d be plotting behind your back,

and turn on you--

and turn everyone against you.

Can you tell us about this assault last year?

I didn’t "assault" her.

Uh... hitting someone is assault.

It wasn’t just me!

Kiran did this to so many people.

She taunted you,

made you feel like you did everything wrong.

Last year, right after the tech dress,

she cornered me.

Told me I needed to lose weight

so my jumps could be higher.

I hated it,

and I wanted to teach her a lesson,

so I hit her.

But it didn’t matter, ’cause she still won.

Maybe that’s why, this year,

you decided to take down her whole team?

And make it look like it wasn’t targeted,

that way, you’d have a chance to go to L.A., not her.

Are you kidding me?

I wanted Kiran to be picked to go to L.A.

That way, I’d never have to see her face again.

She doesn’t like Kiran,

but I don’t see her committing murder.

Doesn’t sound like a vendetta--

more like she’d just figured out Kiran’s mind games.

Hey, Sohal. Slow down.

Who the hell would do this?

All right, tell me you got something, Tenille.

I did...

but not what you’d think.

I found an unusual bruise

on Simran’s back,

between her shoulder blades,

around what appear to be a puncture wound.

A puncture wound?

Yeah, so I called Surrey General,

and it turns out Kiran has the same bruise forming

between her shoulder blades.

I’m sending you a photo now.

Same puncture wound.

So they were poisoned by injection?

Well, if they were, their symptoms

aren’t consistent with arsenic or cyanide.

But whatever it is, it came from a syringe, twice.

Yeah, there’s a chance it’s still on the premises.

All right, thanks, Tenille.

Yeah.

We need to search everyone’s bags.

We’re good to go.

No, I wanna go home. You can’t hold me hostage.

I need to see your bag, sir.

Yeah, I need to see your warrant!

It’s all right. It’s not gonna take long.

Hey! Relax!

Hey, sir! Take it easy! Watch out!

- Zak! - Hey!

Hey. Are you okay?

I think you and I need to have a little chat.

Let’s go.

I had it under control, Detective Sohal.

Let’s get you a seat.

What’s your name?

Pinky.

Are you okay? Does anything hurt?

This must be so hard,

to think you’re competing tonight,

and then, all of a sudden, this is happening.

Thank you.

Pinky, whose bag is this?

These look familiar, Amandeep?

I swear to God, they’re not mine.

Well, that’s funny, ’cause they fell out of your bag.

Were you fighting Officer Asad

because you didn’t want him to find them?

I wasn’t hiding anything. I just wanted to go home.

Amandeep, Simran Sandhu is dead,

Kiran Gulati is in the hospital fighting for her life,

and both of them had injection marks.

-And you think I did it? -Well, if you didn’t,

you need to explain why those were found in your bag.

I don’t know!

Seriously, I don’t know!

Maybe someone put it there and they’re trying to frame me.

Look, I’ve never touched them or seen them before.

Can’t you fingerprint it, or something?

Okay, Amandeep, let’s say that these aren’t your syringes.

Any idea who they belong to?

Who would try to frame you?

I don’t know...

...but there’s all kinds of stuff backstage.

It’s not the first time

I’ve seen an empty syringe lying around.

Hey! I got something!

What is it?

It’s in the scrunchies.

It’s cortisone.

I have three vials here.

I got three.

I got three, too.

Where does a 15-year-old get nine vials of cortisone?

Well, my guess is online.

Might be counterfeit.

Contaminated?

Which could make it deadly.

Whose locker is this?

Are all the dancers holding in the greenroom?

They are. I’m with them.

Got it! Rupi.

Do we have eyes on Rupi?

{Trinh] She’s in the washroom.

I’m waiting outside. Been there a while.

Let’s go.

Rupi?

-Rupi! -Rupi?

Rupi! Rupi! Hey.

Look at me! Look at me! Open your eyes!

Calling for EMS support immediately.

Come here. You’re okay. I got you. I got you!

We need to get the rest of her team

to the hospital, right now!

How’s she doing?

Medics were able

to stabilize her, but she’s unconscious.

Phones are ringing off the hook.

The community’s panicked.

-Well, can you blame ’em? -No.

Okay, I’m locking this place down!

All members of the Warriors dance team

will be transported to Surrey General

for blood work, immediately.

I want you two at the hospital.

Tell me what you learn, as you learn it.

Copy.

The rest of the teams are to remain here,

under supervision. -Copy.

Okay, everyone--

if I haven’t spoken to you directly yet,

my name is Sergeant Brambilla.

Officer Asad here, Officer Jones,

will coordinate the transport of the Warriors team

to the hospital.

Everyone else,

we need you back inside the greenrooms, please.

Hey, are you okay? Hey, look at me.

We need EMS here!

Your parents here?

Hey, hey, where is your inhaler?

He’s having an asthma attack.

Hey! Where is your inhaler?

I ran out.

All right, he rides with us. Let’s go.

Okay, hey. Stand up straight. There you go.

Your lungs need as much air as possible.

I’m gonna count slowly... you’re gonna breathe with me.

Okay? Here we go.

One...

two...

It doesn’t make any sense.

We found the vials in Rupi’s locker.

How is she our next victim?

Maybe someone else stashed them there?

Or she didn’t know that the cortisone was harmful,

maybe she took some herself?

The death threat?

A potentially-laced needle in someone’s back--

that’s clear intent.

It would need to be someone

who’s able to get close enough without raising flags.

The warrant came through

for everyone’s phones

on the dance team.

It looks like there was a party last night.

That’s interesting. Go on?

Yeah.

Rupi posted a picture at 9:00 p.m.

The girls in the picture are--

Simran, Kiran,

Saya, Pinky, Jass, and Rupi.

I, uh, just sent it to you.

Out of the six girls in that photo,

one’s dead, and the other two are fighting for their lives.

What are the other three hiding?

Jass, Saya, Pinky...

I know that this is hard and it’s been a long day,

but we have some difficult questions to ask you.

Are Kiran and Rupi okay?

They’re both struggling.

My dad’s a criminal lawyer.

He also signed a consent form.

We could have this conversation at the detachment instead,

if you’d like.

Look, I know that talking to police is scary,

but we really need your help, to keep the rest of you safe.

We found nine vials of cortisone in Rupi’s locker,

and syringes in Amandeep’s backpack.

We need to know what you know.

On God, I’ve never used it.

I don’t know.

I don’t know anything about vials.

We think there’s a chance that those vials are tainted,

that the person who hurt your friends

might do it again.

Only this time, one of you could be the target.

It was Rupi’s cousin.

Badshah Oberoi. -Shh!

Why did Badshah give Rupi cortisone?

Because some of the jumps killed our knees.

We use cortisone to numb it.

A doctor will only give a shot every six months.

Jass, do you know where Badshah got the cortisone?

Was it on the streets?

And the syringes?

Rupi got scared during the bag searches,

and put the syringes in Amandeep’s bag.

We thought the vials would never be found

in the hair scrunchies,

but I swear, literally no one took it today.

None of the vials we seized are positive for tampering.

Go ahead, Tenille.

And the tox came back negative for cortisone

on all three girls.

And the entire team is negative.

All right, so cortisone’s not our murder weapon.

Did the tox screen show anything else?

We tested for amphetamines,

opiates, benzo--

all negative.

We’re broadening the scope now

to lead, mercury, and other toxins.

It’s old-school, but you never know.

Thanks, Tenille.

All right, let’s get Gillian

to run a record on "Badshah Oberoi".

Okay.

How’s it going in there?

There’s lots of loaded looks, not a lot of talking.

Why don’t you separate them?

If someone has a secret-- -...They might not

want to say it in front of each other.

All right, thanks, Vince.

Yeah, thanks.

You were at a party last night?

Did something happen there that we should know about?

-Where did you get that? -Why is it

that three of the girls in that photo

are at the hospital,

and the rest of you know nothing?

Because nothing happened!

-Are you lying to us? -I swear!

Nothing happened, I swear!

We-We met up at Rupi’s,

and then we-we all went to sleep,

except Pinky.

Why? Where was Pinky?

Saya said that you left early.

How come?

I wasn’t feeling well.

What does that mean?

Sometimes, I get these migraines.

What happened after Pinky left?

I went to sleep.

I swear!

What time?

Maybe... 8:30?

Clock on the wall in that picture says 9 p.m.

Sleepovers after pre-competition mixers

are a big deal.

You left, just because of a headache?

Unless you left because something else happened, Pinky?

S-Sorry...

it’s just my sister’s worked so hard

to put me into Bhangra school.

I just wanted to dance today.

{Sabrina] Your mom didn’t know that you had a sleepover,

- did she, Saya? - Please, please--

please don’t tell her.

I’ve known Pinky for a year,

but I only joined the dance group

three months ago,

and I really didn’t wanna miss it.

Why’d you say you went to bed at 8:30,

when the picture was taken and posted at nine?

If you tell the truth,

we’ll make sure that’s what goes on record.

Fine! Okay, they were drinking at the party.

Who was drinking?

Rupi’s cousin’s friend.

Okay, Kiran freaked out

because we had dance in the morning,

but Rupi had a crush on the guy,

but then she took a shot and...

then she got sick.

What kind of "sick"?

Like, dizzy.

She was shaky and...

then she puked.

I need to know more information.

I need to know how he is, I need to know what he needs.

Please.

Sorry...

the parents are getting impatient.

Any news?

Nothing yet.

Do you know the name Badshah Oberoi?

He was at a party with some of the victims,

this past week.

I know Badshah from the community.

You know where he might be right now?

India, as of this morning.

He’s visiting family.

Parents have put their faith in me and--

You feel it’s your fault?

It’s tiring...

...blaming yourself.

Maybe if I were a better mentor,

this wouldn’t have happened.

Or maybe not.

’Cause kids...

Kids need to find their own way.

Rupi is sicker than just a hangover.

If she was sick yesterday and today,

could it be connected?

Nope.

Got off the phone with Tenille.

We know what the murder weapon is.

It’s insulin.

All three of the girls were injected with it today.

Insulin is not a narcotic,

so it doesn’t show up on a standard tox screen.

If you don’t go looking specifically for it--

You don’t find it.

Kiran arrived at hospital with low blood sugar--

no big deal, initially,

but, when Rupi arrives with severe hypoglycemia,

they ran a targeted insulin test,

and it came back

with abnormal levels for a non-diabetic--

So Tenille took another look at Kiran?

Yes! And all three of the girls came back positive.

So, someone purposely injected these girls

with dangerous amounts of insulin.

Knowing that it would be potent enough to kill them.

Vince is running targeted insulin tests

for the whole team.

I just double-checked--

none of the students are insulin-dependent.

-And your staff? -I’m certain.

We perform out of town so much, we keep detailed records.

Someone had to have access.

Maybe a parent?

I can check with them.

Thank you. Any insight would help.

Sabrina, there’s something you need to see.

Our three victims-- Kiran, Rupi, and Simran--

are on a private group chat.

They talk about the usual teenage stuff,

but then, three months ago,

Saya gets added to the group chat.

That’s when she said she joined the dance troupe.

Yeah, exactly, and, for the most part,

the tone of the texts are the same,

but then, last night, something happened.

This picture was posted on Instagram at 9 p.m.

And then there’s no activity until 9:37 p.m.,

when Saya sends a text to the group that reads--

"Get rid of that, or you’ll all be sorry.

182."

"Get rid" of what? The photo Rupi posted?

That, I don’t know.

What does "182" mean?

One for "I,"

8 for "hate," 2 for "you."

"I hate you."

Kiran and Simran don’t respond.

Rupi "dislikes" the text,

and then the chat goes dark for the night.

Well, something serious must have happened.

Last night, Saya tells Kiran, Rupi, and Simran

she hates them.

And this morning, all three of them

are in critical condition or dead.

I’ll call Vince.

Let’s bring Saya in.

Thank you, doctor.

So Dilip’s asthma is stabilizing.

His grandma’s coming to pick him up.

Good.

How’s Will doing?

I don’t know.

I haven’t been able to reach him.

I don’t know what else I can do for him,

and every time I feel like we’re getting somewhere--

God, he is not safe in there.

Well, you say you’ve got connections,

maybe it’s time to use them?

-You think? -Oh, yeah.

You gotta do whatever you can to protect your kid, right?

Right.

Saya?

This officer’s gonna

have to take you down to the Detachment.

"Get rid of that, or you’ll all be sorry.

182."

Why did you tell your friends you hate them?

What does "get rid of that" mean, Saya?

And get that finger out of your mouth!

We moved here from Calgary last year,

and Saya’s caught up in all this nonsense?

She can’t even dance.

It must’ve been hard to move to a new city.

I’m not from here either.

I know, it’s not easy to start again

and make new friends.

I wasn’t very good at Bhangra either.

Do you know why I started?

When I was little, I would see my mom, my nani,

my maasis, my bhuaas,

dance their hearts out at family functions.

Giddha, Boliyan, Bhangra...

it was a celebration, but it was also resistance.

Dancing gave them agency.

It allowed them to express themselves...

live their lives,

make new friends.

I bet this dance family, these new friendships,

mean a lot to you.

I know you want to help them.

What would help the most

is if you told us the truth.

It’s all my fault.

What’s your fault?

Um, last night, at Rupi’s...

What do you mean?

"Last night"? Where were you last night?

Sorry, but we just need to hear from Saya.

I... I really don’t want to get anyone in trouble.

It’s too late for that. People are in trouble already.

There is an app on my phone,

called "Locked".

It looks like a calculator, but it’s not.

My password is "4-1-1-2-2."

It’ll tell you everything.

Uh, Pinky, are you in there?

Don’t come in yet! I’m changing.

Wait, I said--

Saya, I’m naked.

What are you doing?

Uh, we can’t be friends anymore.

What? What do you mean?

I don’t...

I don’t want to.

I thought we were friends!

Why are you doing this?

Welcome to modern bullying.

Where an app looks like a calculator,

so parents don’t notice it when they’re snooping.

Smile! Got you!

You’re filming me?

What are you doing? Kiran!

Simran, Rupi-- tell her to stop!

So Kiran filmed this and then texted it to Saya.

And Saya told her to get rid of it.

They lured Pinky,

made her feel like she was being invited to a sleepover,

only to humiliate her.

And Pinky wanted

to get back at them for what they did to her.

We need to get Pinky here now.

Pinky...

Pinky?

Gavan, where is Pinky?

She was right there, getting some fresh air.

Pinky! Where is she?

Pinky?

Pinky!

She’s gone.

All units within a 5-K radius of Surrey General,

be on the lookout for a missing 15-year-old girl,

"Pinky Singh".

Check her home address,

check any and all bus stations in the city.

She’s our primary suspect

in the targeted murder and attack of three girls.

She may be a threat to others or herself.

Let’s go! Let’s move!

Brambilla, Gabinski-- retrace Pinky’s steps.

I’ve got officers bringing her sister in from Abbotsford.

We saw the video, Saya.

We know what you did to Pinky.

I’m so sorry.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

I know, but we need your help.

Pinky is missing,

and you’re the only person who can help us find her.

She’s missing?

Do you know anything else about her?

Anything about her home life?

Um...

I think it’s just...

Pinky and her sister.

Her sister works two jobs.

She’s... alone a lot.

And she’s often really sad.

Do you have any idea where she could be?

No.

Does she have any other friends,

or somebody who might help her when she’s scared or hiding?

No.

Is there a park that she likes? A mall?

Saya! I need you to think.

Is there a place that she likes to go?

Somewhere that makes her feel happy?

Yeah. Yeah, there’s somewhere Pinky loves more than anywhere.

The dance studio.

Possible location of suspect--

Surrey Bhangra World Dance Studio.

76th Avenue and King George.

If you wait here,

an officer will come take you to the waiting room.

Uh, oh, please, tell Pinky--

I-I didn’t know Kiran was filming,

and-and Kiran said she’d kick me out of the group

if I told Pinky we weren’t friends--

but we were friends!

When I called her my bhain, I meant it.

Please? Please tell her.

I will, I promise.

Pinky!

Pinky! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Pinky, stop!

- Pinky! - Stop!

Pinky!

Pinky, stop. Pinky, put that down.

We don’t want you to hurt yourself.

Pinky, drop the glass!

Talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling right now.

Saya, she...

She was my best friend.

I know.

She cares a lot about you, too.

Pinky, can you give me the glass, please?

Last year was the best year of my life.

How could she...

How?

Pinky, Saya didn’t know that you were being filmed.

She never wanted to lose you as a friend.

Pinky...

Pinky, look at me!

Drop the glass!

Drop the glass!

My whole life...

I’ve been ashamed...

picked apart.

I just wanted them to feel how I felt.

I just wanted to make it stop!

Pinky! Pinky!

Hey!

Pinky, I need you to hear me--

listen to the sound of my voice, okay?

That video was not posted. It was not posted anywhere.

If it was, we would have found it,

and we didn’t.

Okay? Kiran threatened to kick Saya out of the group,

it’s the only reason that she said

she didn’t want to be your friend.

Pinky...

...when Saya called you her bhain,

she meant it.

I know... what you have been through.

And it is not fair.

And I know how alone you have been.

And sometimes, when we’re so alone,

it’s scary.

But your name...

is Pinky Singh...

...and Singhs

are lions--

and lions...

they’re fearless.

This is a misunderstanding.

My sister could never do this.

Yes, I did.

Because of me,

Simran is gone...

and Kiran and Rupi are sick.

Pinky?

I couldn’t take it anymore.

This is a very difficult circumstance.

No one... here can fathom what my sister has been through.

Look.

No!

Our parents died a few years ago,

so I’ve been taking care of us.

Last year, we moved here from Toronto,

just so Pinky could have new friends, but...

it started again.

It’s my fault.

I kept working.

No, Panji.

Believe me, I never meant to--

I just wanted them to feel my pain,

because Saya...

she was my one friend,

I--

I didn’t want to lose her.

I didn’t want to be alone again.

I know...

Kiran filmed me naked

to post it today,

to throw me off--

to sabotage my performance for the scouts.

Because she knew you had real Nakhra, charm.

That’s no excuse, Pinky.

Simran’s dead.

I-I didn’t mean to kill anyone.

I just wanted to scare them, that’s all.

I-I never thought...

Where’d you get the insulin?

My sister has diabetes.

Last month, she took too much and got sick,

but got better again.

Because I am the chunni pinner,

I got the idea to inject them

when I was pinning the chunni to their back.

I pin them there.

Tha-- That’s how I injected them.

You knew that no one would notice,

because the safety pins always poke the dancers.

I’m sorry.

You’ve got a long road ahead of you.

I’m so sorry.

Okay. Right there.

That officer right there.

Any word back from the hospital?

Yeah. Kiran and Rupi are recovering, both of ’em.

They’re past the worst of it.

Chumki said that no one can fathom

how the spirit breaks when you’re being bullied.

Would you like to tell me, or you want me to guess?

I think they left a rat in my car.

Not worth your time.

Not worth my time?

I’ll, uh, check in with Zak tomorrow.

Goodnight.

Hey.

Hey.

Where are you headed?

Home. You?

Uh... home.

Do you want some company?

Yeah. I do.

A girls’ night?

Heck, yeah, a girls’ night.

So...

we think Brambilla’s down,

turns out he’s crawling

because the dog has sunk his teeth into his foot.

So, uh, the stick that’s up Brambilla’s ass,

that... hasn’t always been there?

No, no. He’s always been a stickler,

but he used to have a bit more bite--

that’s for sure.

Huh.

You know, a couple of days ago,

he was telling me about this domestic--

it was early days, you must’ve been his T.O.

Woman died?

Seems like it really got to him.

He told you about that, huh?

First time I had any respect for him,

if I’m being honest.

Well, I mean, after what the guy did, right?

I’m good.

If you’re gonna kiss my ass,

at least you can have the decency to drink with me.

There he is.

So, Brambilla?

Listen, you should see what he did to this guy.

Black and blue all over.

Brambilla went after him? Doesn’t sound like Vince.

He nearly killed him.

Good for him.

What year was that?

I don’t... 2000?