(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(uptempo music)
(traffic rumbles)
[Rohan] I'm not afraid of heights,
but I have a fear of falling
ever since that day at the Jakhu Temple
on top of the highest peak in Shimla
when I fell from your grace.
(dramatic music)
You trusted me with your fragile heart.
You became my rock and I destroyed you.
(traffic roars)
(rickshaw rumbles)
(engine hisses)
(dramatic music)
Julie, all I want is your forgiveness.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
I kissed your best friend, but
it was just a drunken kiss.
It meant nothing.
It meant nothing, Julie.
Julie.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(people chattering)
I saw your love for me
slip away into anger.
You forced me to promise
I would not follow you,
and you ran back the
way we had climbed up.
You ran down a thousand steps
while I stood still frozen by my promise,
hoping that if I kept this one,
it would bring us back together again.
But somewhere in the world, a
butterfly flapped its wings,
and here a rock shook itself
free and fell towards your car.
Your driver swerved and avoided the rock,
but the car drove off the cliff
and fell into the valley below.
(somber music)
Julie, I lied to you that day.
It was more than a drunken kiss.
(engine rumbles)
(whistle blows)
(engine rumbles)
I have grown older, but
my shame has not aged.
(somber music)
When we meet again,
maybe you'll forgive me.
(dramatic music)
Maybe we'll find courage
and fall in love again.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(dramatic music)
(water gurgles)
(dramatic music)
Ruhi.
You must be hungry.
You haven't eaten in two days.
It was too good to be true.
Come on, I made my signature onion soup.
You are a married man
and I had no idea.
The past is the past.
We are together, that's all that matters.
I should have told you the truth.
About your wife?
About your other identity?
About everything, the real truth.
Will that make me happy?
You promised to keep me happy.
That was the deal.
(dramatic music)
Let it go, and let's eat, please.
I'm done with you.
Ruhi.
(dramatic music)
Ruhi!
(dramatic music)
Ruhi!
Don't smoke, I hate the smell.
Ah!
(Amar exclaims)
How dare you tell me what to do.
Remember the deal we made?
I know.
I know the deal.
Will you let me stay, Ruhi?
Please.
If I let you stay,
will you keep me happy?
I promise.
Do you believe me?
(suspenseful music)
[Ruhi] I'm hungry.
For my onion soup?
(Amar chuckles)
It's my signature creation.
(Ruhi chuckles)
(uptempo music)
(uptempo music continues)
(uptempo music continues)
(uptempo music continues)
(uptempo music continues)
Here.
Chin, chin.
(glasses clink)
Happy?
(wind roars)
Where is she?
Your wife?
[Amar] I don't know.
Do we have to do this?
(glass clinks)
You said she disappeared.
That's why you couldn't get a divorce.
That's why you had to
change your identity,
so you could start a new life.
Now, convince me that's the truth.
And how do I do that?
What do you think happened to her?
She's probably married
with a dozen kids.
She always wanted kids.
Something bad happened
to her, didn't it?
What do you want, Ruhi?
What do you want from me?
You're going to hurt me?
What?
No.
Did you hurt her?
Go to hell.
When did you see her last?
I don't remember.
The last time you saw her
was in Lisbon, Portugal.
June, two years ago.
How do you know?
(suspenseful music)
If you want to stay,
convince me she's okay.
I remember now.
(suspenseful music)
She wanted to go to Lisbon.
It was our anniversary.
It was our last chance
to fix our marriage.
On our last day there,
she wanted to go see
this guy for a concert.
He was some big shot in
Portugal or some sh*t.
(dramatic music)
It was a beautiful day.
She looked radiant,
laughing, smiling, dancing.
She never looked at me once.
It was like I wasn't even there.
She came to the hotel,
packed her bags and left.
She never made it back to the hotel.
She was on the ferry with
you watching the sunset.
Your delusions are back.
Take your goddamned meds, Ruhi.
I am not delusional!
You talk in your sleep.
You talk in your sleep
and you said that you k*lled her
on the ferry back from Troia.
What happened on the ferry, Amar?
What did you do to her?
The ferry ride from Troia.
(dramatic music)
Yes, after the concert, I
convinced her to go back to Troia,
hoping it would rekindle happy memories.
On our way back from Troia,
she stood on the empty deck of the ferry,
smiling into the freezing wind,
looking at the sunset over
the Arrabida Mountain.
She told me it was over and left.
I stood there for a long
time, frozen in tears.
I never saw her again,
but I didn't hurt her.
Do you believe me, Ruhi?
(suspenseful music)
(lighter clicks)
(suspenseful music)
Ruhi!
Ruhi!
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
I don't know why I couldn't remember.
[Ruhi] It's okay.
People process emotional
trauma in different ways.
(suspenseful music)
I'm just trying to put it all behind me.
[Ruhi] I know, my love.
Do you believe me, Ruhi?
You and I together.
We'll put this all behind us.
(no audio)
Who is this?
Who is this with you, Ruhi?
Your wife.
(dramatic music)
(lighter clicks)
(dramatic music)
(lighter clicks)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(file scratching)
She stood on the empty deck of the ferry
watching the sunset over
the Arrabida Mountain.
Stop it.
You were with her.
She was your wife, Ruhi.
Not mine.
She didn't want to be your wife anymore.
You slapped her and then she
got angry and pushed you.
I pushed her back.
She went over the railing.
(water roars)
I wanted to jump in and save her.
But I wouldn't let you.
Her body washed ashore
on Troia beach three days
after you left for the States.
She knew you needed help,
but you wouldn't listen.
You need help.
We need help.
(dramatic music)
I won't keep lying for you, Ruhi.
I need to tell the truth.
Then you are no use to me.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
Ruhi.
(air whooshes)
(air hisses)
I hate the smell.
She did too.
(dramatic music)
Let me stay, Ruhi.
You need to accept my truth.
[Amar] No, you need
to accept what you did.
You m*rder*d your wife.
(dramatic music)
(water gurgles)
(dramatic music)
(siren blares)
The truth is that nothing
bad happened to you, my love.
You are happily married with a dozen kids.
You always wanted kids.
(dramatic music)
[Amar] Ruhi!
(air hisses)
(dramatic music)
Laila!
(dramatic music)
(blows thud)
(dramatic music)
(blows thud)
(dramatic music)
(neck cracks)
(footsteps echoing)
Where is she?
Where's my wife?
(blows thud)
(Majnu yells)
(thug yells)
(body thuds)
(dramatic music)
(Majnu yells)
(blow thuds)
(blows thud)
Where is my wife?
All right.
All right, I'll tell you.
Where is she?
She's in my trunk.
(dramatic music)
(blow thuds)
(Majnu groans)
(dramatic music)
Get up.
Get up.
Come on, Maj, get up!
(dramatic music)
(Majnu yells)
(blows thud)
(thug groans)
(blow thuds)
(body thuds)
(dramatic music)
Laila.
Laila.
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(dramatic music)
(uptempo music)
(person laughs)
Thou art as tyrannous,
so as thou art as those whose beauties
proudly make them cruel,
for well thou knowest
to my dear doting heart,
thou art the fairest,
most precious jewel.
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(uptempo music)
(uptempo music continues)
And in good faith, some
say that thee behold.
(person laughs)
Thy face hath not the
power to make love groan.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
although I swear it to myself alone.
And to be sure it is not false
I swear, a thousand groans,
but thinking on thy face,
one on another's neck,
do witness bear
(dramatic music)
Thy black is fairest
in my judgment's place.
In nothing art thou
black save in thy deeds
and thence this slander
as I think proceeds.
(birds chirp)
(people laughing)
(dramatic music)
(traffic rumbling)
(traffic rumbling continues)
[Zane] Why did you dump my masterpiece
in the sink last night?
Best ravioli I ever made.
You used tap water to make it.
Nothing wrong with using tap water.
Baby, if you only knew the
things they put in tap water.
Everybody drinks tap water.
Do you know the damage
it does to the human body?
You drank it. You lived.
What do you mean?
The coffee I make for you every morning?
I don't use water from that ugly filter.
I use tap water.
- You did not.
- I did.
And you lived.
(dramatic music)
You did not.
I did.
(blow thuds)
(Zane exclaims)
(Jane exclaims)
(blow thuds)
(Zane exclaims)
(Zane chokes)
Breathe.
Breathe, yes.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
(suspenseful music)
I'm sorry, baby.
(suspenseful music)
(object thuds)
(dramatic music)
(traffic rumbling)
(traffic rumbling continues)
(dramatic music)
(keypad clicking)
Hey, it's me, Abhay.
We met at the party.
You were with your friends.
I was with my friends.
Then we ditched them.
[Priyanka] Oh.
Of course, I remember your name.
Priyanka.
Yeah, I can totally make it by five.
[Priyanka] Don't be late.
I won't be late.
I'll see you soon, Priyanka.
(dramatic music)
I really am sorry for showing up late.
You have a lovely home.
(mellow music)
Thank you.
What held you up?
I just got caught up at work.
Ah, work.
(mellow music)
Let's not talk about work
and I'll forgive you for
being 27 minutes late.
Deal?
Deal.
So how long did it take to make this one?
Couple weeks after I
got back this summer.
It's really lovely.
Thank you.
Do you paint?
I painted a wall once.
(Priyanka chuckles)
Cool story, bro.
(mellow music)
Okay, this is embarrassing,
but your painting reminds
me when I was 10 years old,
I was in Paris and there was this girl
and I said I love you for the first time.
Wow, 10 years old.
I mean, I didn't know what it all meant.
Your first love.
Could have been my last.
Maybe.
(mellow music)
Little too fast.
I like fast.
...love you, my Indian Cowboy
Take me with your
dream, into the sunset
I'll ride with you wherever you go
Pri.
Can I call you that?
You just did, man.
(Priyanka chuckles)
Too late to ask for permission.
(couple chuckle)
You know, my dad used to call my mom that.
After she died no one
used that name again.
I'm sorry about your mom.
[Priyanka] It's okay.
It was a long time ago.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
Ah-ah!
(Priyanka laughs)
Wait, I want that.
- Oh.
- You're mean, I hate you.
Hmm.
Mm, do you have to work tomorrow?
UN's closed for Eid.
Muslim festival.
I know what Eid is.
You work for the UN?
Mm-hm.
When we met at the party yesterday,
I thought you said you were a doctor.
What?
Why?
Because you had the most
scientific explanation
for your perfect hangover remedy
while I puked my guts out.
Hey, did it work?
It did.
Now, it's time for you to go.
I have things to do.
Okay.
How about lunch tomorrow near your office?
Can't, we're closed for Eid too.
Really?
Where do you work?
I'm a consular officer
at the Pakistani Consulate.
Why would they hire an Indian?
I'm Pakistani.
But Priyanka is a Hindu name.
I mean, you are Hindu, right?
Hindu, yes, but from Pakistan,
which makes me Pakistani, genius.
(Abhay chuckles)
Tell me you're kidding.
I mean, you are kidding, right?
No.
What's the problem?
sh*t.
(dramatic music)
In these times, here in America,
do you really have to be so parochial?
I mean, what difference does
it make if I'm Pakistani?
You don't understand, Pri.
I can't be with a Pakistani.
I thought you were Indian.
And I thought you
were a pretty cool guy.
Guess we were both wrong.
I work for India's Home Ministry.
And they don't allow you
to have Pakistani friends?
We'd be more than friends.
The ministry is responsible
for the maintenance
of the country's internal security.
I know what the Home Ministry is for.
You're a consular officer.
Our relationship would
never pass scrutiny.
Scrutiny?
(Priyanka scoffs)
Do you think I'm some sort of threat
to your country's internal security?
Doesn't matter what I think, say, or do.
You will be classified as a threat
by my people and yours too.
Would you believe them?
(suspenseful music)
Pri.
My parents, both of them, were k*lled
in the 2005 Delhi bombings.
Okay?
I swore on that day as a 16-year-old boy
that I would protect my people.
Abhay.
I'm sorry about your parents.
I really am, but I'm not a threat to you,
your people or to anyone.
That's the truth.
Truth doesn't matter.
Perception is everything.
You're right.
Perception is everything.
You and I here in America
are perceived as a threat by so many.
Truth doesn't matter to them either.
- Pri.
- Please don't call me that.
Look, I'm going to go for a run.
I'll see you when I get back,
if you're still here.
(dramatic music)
(door thuds)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(birds chirping continues)
(keypad clicks)
(phone rings)
Hey, Pri.
Can we start over?
Yeah.
[Abhay] See you soon, Pri.
[Priyanka] Don't be late.
Hello, Abhay, you have
an update on Priyanka?
It's done, I'm in.
Good, good.
You know what comes next?
Once I do this, I'm out.
Okay, okay, you finish
the mission then we'll talk.
(dramatic music)
I got him.
Operation N2 is a go.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
The BOYE Division is
a successor to the FBI,
the CIA, the lot.
It wields power through the
contextual identity system, CI.
C-I.
(dramatic music)
First time working for me,
impress me and it won't be your last.
Handlers get a handler
level CI, a permanent ID
and access that persists
between missions even off grid.
Freelancers get temporary CI's.
When a mission ends, ID
and access are revoked.
Life resets.
No relationship survives mission end.
To the people who love them, they're gone.
Presumed dead.
A temporary CI cannot
sustain life off grid.
And so freelancers are trapped
under the BOYE Division's control.
I don't know you.
(suspenseful music)
Foxy is a freelancer.
Foxy wants freedom.
Freedom to stay, to grow
old with someone she loves,
but as a freelancer for the
BOYE Division, she can't.
Foxy has fallen in love.
I like Foxy.
She adapts.
She survives.
She trusts no one but me.
I will help her steal a handler-level CI,
so she can live a life of love off grid.
(dramatic music)
This is an easy mission.
There's a blue BMW parked in
hangar 420, Linden Airport,
general aviation.
There's a body in the trunk
with all the right
disinformation planted on it.
That's right, the dead body
of a highly-placed enemy.
Now stop interrupting.
Take the body to a safe
house in New Jersey.
Everything you need is in the
glove compartment of that car.
Everything.
Leave now.
What do you mean you'll leave
after you finish your coffee?
No, get up, leave now.
Now, now, now!
(Roma scoffs)
Can't find any good spies these days.
(dramatic music)
Foxy, in exchange for
this high-value body,
Roque Kintan will grant you
access to his CI backdoor.
You can use it to copy a handler-level CI.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(helicopter engine rumbles)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(device beeps)
[Tango] Hi, is this you, Foxy?
Who are you?
I'm Tango, I'm your new handler.
(device beeps)
This Tango is a trainee.
He does not have a handler-level CI.
You need someone higher up.
(suspenseful music)
I wanna talk to the Tango
who sent me on the mission
to recover this body.
I'm Tango.
I'm your handler now,
and you have a body in your possession
that you must hand over to me, okay?
The BOYE Division demands that all bodies
The Division can kiss my a*s.
What's the name of your handler?
Her CI codename is Paris.
I want her civilian name.
This is not protocol, all right?
I could get fired.
Get fired or get fired at.
Look, it's Martha Jones.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah.
We're a thing, okay?
We do the chaca-chaca every day.
You're lovers.
I can understand that.
(dramatic music)
(face beeps)
(text beeps)
(dramatic music)
Agent Paris has a handler-level CI.
Active, valid, exactly what you need.
(dramatic music)
(intense music)
Good work.
She'll come calling.
(intense music)
(engine rumbles)
[Laszlo] Freedom isn't escape.
It's a chance to stay and fall in love.
And stay in love even
after the mission is over.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps echoing)
Oh, hi.
I'm Martha.
What a great jacket you have.
You'll fit right in here.
Do you have any kids?
Well, when you do,
they'll absolutely love
the pool in the backyard.
(door creaks)
Two-story foyer, hardwood floors.
It's really a beautiful house,
but it won't be on the market for long.
Huh.
Oh, I thought we'd play
this game a little longer.
I really am a good realtor.
Cut the bullshit.
Don't worry, the sellers are outta town.
It's just you and me.
(bag thuds)
Put the g*n down.
Your psych profile predicted
you wouldn't k*ll me.
What do you want?
Four months ago, you
were given a mission
to recover a high-value body
and you ran off with it.
I want that body.
It'd mean a promotion,
big bonus, window office.
- I don't have it.
- Sure you do.
How much do you want for it?
I have a dark budget
and I can make you a
very, very rich woman.
I don't want money.
I sent Tango to seek you out hoping
that you'd sell him the
body I know you have.
If you don't want money,
then what the hell are you here for?
I want your CI.
(Martha chuckles)
Are you stupid?
The CI is coded to an
agent's neural signature.
It's more tied to an agent
than their own fingerprints.
The CI platform has a backdoor override.
I know someone who put it in
there for his own benefit.
I can make a copy.
But with my CI, you can go anywhere.
(suspenseful music)
Do anything.
Unlock your CI.
(dramatic music)
Your psych profile
told me you'd do that.
- Damn it!
- Unlock your CI
or I'll break your neck.
(dramatic music)
(text beeping)
Copy complete.
Your contextual identity
is now active, Foxy.
Welcome to freedom.
(intense music)
(dramatic music)
(wind roaring)
(wind roaring continues)
(wind roaring continues)
Damn you.
Jade.
Bryce.
It's really you.
We don't have time.
I'm here to save you.
You abandoned us for
the high grounds, coward.
Jade, I went to the future to find a way
to survive the floods.
- The future?
- Three years from now,
you find the way to end the floods.
You save humanity.
(waves roar)
(Jade sighs)
We die today.
Not if you become a Synthetic,
you survive underwater for months.
I'd rather die.
Then humanity dies with you.
(waves roar)
(intense music)
(object buzzes)
(intense music)
(waves roar)
(intense music)
(dramatic music)
(soft music)
(energetic music)
(wipers swooshing)
(energetic music)
(traffic rumbling)
(siren blares)
[Nikhil] I feel buried,
trapped, unable to move.
My mom died today leaving
me an orphan on this planet.
(dramatic music)
(people chattering)
(dramatic music)
I breach continental divides,
wishing I could meet
her just one more time.
(person talking indistinctly)
But she's gone.
(dramatic music)
She was my biggest cheerleader.
(horns blaring)
(traffic rumbling)
(horns blaring)
(rickshaw rumbles)
(dramatic music)
I was greedy for a career,
for meaning in my life.
(dramatic music)
And now she's gone.
She loved flowers.
She used to tell me how a sunflower
would always turn to face the sun.
That is what we must do, she'd say.
We must collect all the
joys that life has to offer.
(heartbeat thuds)
I want to feel the way I must have felt
when she first held me in her
arms and looked into my eyes
and I looked into hers and we
first smiled at each other,
our souls connecting.
(dramatic music)
Now she's gone.
Her ashes scattered in the flow
of a small river of time and space.
All I have now, all I feel now
is the gravity that binds me
to this earth where my mother rests
holding me in place.
(fan whirring)
(dramatic music)
(character exclaims)
(dramatic music)
(character yells)
(dramatic music)
(phone buzzes)
I'm, I'm tired of you.
I'm tired of your dreams, your films,
your ambitions, your everything.
I've been seeing someone.
When I'm with you, I'm tired of living.
(people chattering)
[Nikhil] My wife called
to say she's leaving me,
her happiness oppressed by my greed.
She loved me, but I loved my work more.
(train rumbling)
(dog barks)
(water splashes)
(dramatic music)
I want to play.
I want to fly.
I want to be me again.
Just the way my mom made me.
I was a happy baby, she used to tell me.
(speaking in foreign language)
Old age will come for us all.
My father reflected on
getting old in his poetry,
which I never read until now.
He wrote, "No one has
time for their elders"
"who are no longer dear."
"Some are left to their fate"
"and some have to wait
until their destined date."
"When born, a human
being is a happy comedy."
"And when he be gone,
an irreparable tragedy."
(dramatic music)
I visited my grandfather's home,
which held so many of
my childhood memories.
I grew up and flew away,
leaving them behind with their aloneness.
I wish I had been kinder to them.
I wish I'd been kinder to my parents.
I wish I'd been kind.
(dramatic music)
My father's poetry offers me solace.
"At the back of my home
stands a Peepal tree"
"as old as a century."
"Often I watch from the terrace"
"as the tree sheds dried up leaves"
"and new leaves burst forth."
"That's the way nature works."
"Old things must give way to the new"
"for the world to carry on for ages."
"Does this not apply to me"
"and to every life on this earth?"
"With a wry smile, I
shrug off these thoughts"
"and saunter away to my
desk to write these words..."
"Life's like that."
(horns blaring)
(vehicle rumbling)
My dad's poems revealed his
grief at losing his parents
as if he was reaching out
from the beyond to tell me,
"Beta, this is just the cycle of life."
But nothing helps.
Grief smashes into me like waves.
It's my new home.
(dramatic music)
(Nikhil sobs)
(door thuds)
(Nikhil sobs)
(dramatic music)
"Over my head is placed
the expanse of blue sky."
"There I have for me a
beautiful rocking chair,"
"a dawn with seven
colors on its concavity,"
"spreading them over the entire sky."
"This heavenly chair I shall
use at the dusk of my life"
"to float up tears of parting in my eyes"
"as I leave my mother
earth, who took care of me"
"from birth to the end of my life."
"She knew that I shall never
return to her for eternity."
My mother's gone for eternity.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
And when my time comes, I will
float up in my heavenly chair
and the cycle of life
will continue for ages.
Even if I lived a thousand
years, I would be waiting,
waiting for her voice
to call my name again.
(speaking in foreign language)
[Mother] Past is past.
Welcome what's in front.
Don't waste your single... Time.
It's very precious, very precious.
It'll never come again.
Your life, my life...
it'll never come again.
(singing in foreign language)
(singing in foreign language continues)
(singing in foreign language continues)
(singing in foreign language continues)
(dramatic music)
I see that look dancing in your eyes
I feel your indelible smile
My heart's soars, my
soul starts to fly
I want you, my Indian cowboy
I want you, my Indian cowboy
Come ride with me into the sunrise
I'll show you what you've never seen
I'll ride with you
where you've never been
(uptempo music)
(uptempo music continues)
(uptempo music continues)
I see that look dancing in your eyes
I feel your indelible smile
My heart soars, my soul starts to fly
I want you, my Indian cowboy
I want you, my Indian cowboy
Come ride with me into sunrise
I'll show you what you've never seen
I'll ride with you
where you've never been
I thought I knew love,
but it was not so
That love like what we know
My past and all its pain
Disappears in what we know
I want you, my Indian cowboy
Will our tale take a happy end
I'll go with you wherever you go
Ride with me until the end
I see that look dancing in your eyes
I feel your indelible smile
My heart soars, my soul starts to fly
I want you, my Indian cowboy
I want you, my Indian cowboy
Take me with a dream into the sunset
I'll ride with you wherever you go
This is love, love, our final scene
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Love Love: Fractures (2026)
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