Episode 4 of Tehran unfolds with a jarring scene as Tamar ventures out of her apartment, only to confront Razieh, who was lying in wait, like a predator pouncing on its prey. The assault is swift and brutal, leaving Tamar battered and bleeding, until a concerned bystander, perched high on a balcony, breaks the silence with a shout, demanding an end to the violence.
Staggering under the weight of her injuries, Tamar somehow finds the strength to stumble away, her sole objective: reaching Sick-Boy's sanctuary, where she can seek refuge and mend her wounds.
Elsewhere, Faraz, his mind still reeling from his wife's recent surgery, engages in a video call with her, offering reassurance amidst uncertainty. Soon after, he shifts his focus to Massoud, now in custody, his demeanor hardening with each passing moment.
Tossing Zhira's passport onto the table, Faraz challenges Massoud's innocence, but the latter plays dumb, denying any knowledge of the young girl. Adding fuel to the fire, Faraz produces a series of haunting images—a trail of lifeless bodies that eerily follow Zhira's path. Massoud's car, inexplicably present at both crime scenes, casts him in an ominous light, his explanations ringing hollow in the face of undeniable evidence.
Unwilling to let Massoud slip through the cracks, Faraz escalates the interrogation, summoning Salome to the forefront. He confronts her with a poignant question, probing into her whereabouts on the fateful day of August 13th. With a quiver in her voice, she confesses, revealing a fleeting union—a temporary marriage, forged between her and Massoud. The air thickens with tension as the truth, piece by piece, begins to unravel.
Returning to Sick-Boy's abode, Tamar struggled to contain her fraying nerves as the news sank in: acquiring the passport would be a longer ordeal than anticipated, largely due to Sick-Boy's entanglements with drug peddling and his own personal quagmire. It seemed he was mired in his own set of troubles. Determined to expedite matters, Tamar embarked on a solo mission to retrieve the passport.
Faraz's investigative threads led him straight to Razieh and the revelation of her unexpected guest. Dangling the carrot of a promotion, he maneuvered Razieh into confessing the truth in the presence of her parents, a confession that would seal Hassan's fate—a prison sentence looming, perhaps even the gallows. But in an unexpected turn, Arezoo stepped forward, shoulders squared, and claimed the blame; it was her doing that Tamar had found shelter under their roof.
With Hassan and Razieh's release granted, Arezoo faced the detective, her voice heavy with remorse as she confessed her mistakes and tendered an apology. She unveiled the truth: Tamar had indeed stayed, but they'd reluctantly evicted her after the tumultuous protest.
Tamar's quest, however, landed her in a precarious situation, forced to shrink into the confines of a walk-in closet as two ominous figures prowled the premises. Desperate to evade Faraz's prying eyes, she held her breath as the men's scrutiny intensified. Just when all hope seemed lost, Sick-Boy arrived at the door, donning a salesman's guise, and in a stroke of brilliance, became the perfect decoy. Sensing Tamar's predicament, he cleverly diverted their attention, allowing her to slip out unnoticed through the back, her heart pounding with relief.
As Sick-Boy swiftly hoists Tamar into his vehicle, they dart through the bustling streets of the town, fleeing the confines of that house behind them. Back at his lair, curiosity piques as he interrogates Tamar, demanding to know the truth about her identity and the tale that she weaves.
Tamar, with an acute mind, skillfully embellishes the Zhira tale, crafting a plausible narrative that cunningly deflects attention from her true self. With her lie well-rehearsed, she submits to having her passport photo taken, poised and ready for whatever fate awaits her next.
Meanwhile, in the city of lights, Paris, a man named Salim arrives under false pretenses to escort Faraz's wife to the airport. However, his demeanor betrays his claim, for he is evidently not the individual he professes to be. Once he deposits the woman securely in the vehicle's rear and seals the door shut, he surreptitiously makes a call, his demeanor darkening as he pulls away. Something sinister is afoot, casting a palpable unease over the scene.
