01x02 - Mission

[bunniefuu]

What if someone wants to

flee to India?

I cannot help you with that.

I found this phone lying around.

This fertiliser is RDX, right?

Cut his call.

Cut the call now.

Really sorry

From the discussion,

we can clearly figure out

Shelly is not some industrialist.

He's a merchant of death.

Will the sight of blood

scare you, Freddie?

I'll do it with my own hands.

Freddie knows

about the video, Safina.

You must get out of the room.

It's a big customer.

Can't take a chance with

Mr. Shailendra Rungta.

Shailendra Rungta?

Welcome to

the White Flower Resort, sir.

My name is Shaan Sengupta.

I am the night manager

at your service.

Hope you had a pleasant flight?

How was the flight, BJ?

Like riding a wild bull.

Excuse me, sir.

Need to sign the formalities.

Come.

I told you to pack overcoats,

not swimsuits.

I am sure you'll keep me warm.

Manager Malhotra with his fake smile

is not here to receive us.

-Where is he?

-Enjoying his retirement.

-Jayu?

-Yeah.

Nice chap.

Send him a retirement gift

and a thank-you note.

-You got it.

-Mr. Pinto is still around.

He looks forward to seeing you

in the morning, sir.

Yeah.

Are you new here?

Almost a year, sir.

Shaan Sengupta.

The name sounds familiar.

-Doesn't it?

-Yes, sir.

Where were you before this?

I was in the Maldives

at the High Tree

and, before that, in Jodhpur

at The Heritage, sir.

I am sure we have never met before.

BJ, are you booking our suites

or the reception?

Proposing marriage to

this young lady here, huh?

You know my interests, Chief.

Come, K darling. Let's go.

You'll have to sign some paperwork

for the g*ns.

Sorry, government rules.

We have the permits.

May I have a copy, sir?

If you don't mind.

And what if I mind?

BJ.

Consider it done, manager.

Come.

Allow me to show you

to your suite, sir.

This way.

Welcome to the Golden Leaf Suite.

Hello, ma'am.

It's much fancier

than it used to be.

Yes, sir, the suites

have been completely redone.

I am not talking about

just the suites, sweetheart.

Stop it, BJ.

Jayu, I am really tired now.

You carry on. I'll join you.

-Phone calls.

-Yeah, right.

-Business.

-Right.

-Nighty-night, guys.

-Good night.

-Good night!

-Hello, sir.

Bye, Mrinal.

-Yes, yes.

-Your drink, ma'am.

How's the ministry, uncle?

See you.

And, by the way, I got you

a new g*n from Russia for hunting.

Hello, Your Excellency.

I hope I am not interrupting

your Kegel session.

The hotel has entirely changed

post-renovation, sir.

There is now a free-standing tub

in the bathroom.

And, for the indoor heated pool,

just give me a 30-minute heads-up,

and I will keep it ready for you.

God, I need to shower, baby.

There's a free-standing tub

in the bathroom.

Must go.

Pretty, isn't she?

My gorgeous girlfriend.

I went to judge Miss India pageant.

She didn't win the title,

but she won my heart instead.

It wasn't very difficult, you know.

Shelly,

Federico at 9 o'clock?

Yeah, fix it.

Are you guys using the new SIMs

or the old ones?

We did order new ones.

They will be at the reception.

We are expecting a package.

Can you check what's happening?

Sir, due to bad weather,

deliveries are a bit erratic.

I'll just check. If it has arrived,

I'll send it right away.

Shelly, shampoo.

Ma'am, it's on the left shelf.

She means champagne.

Champagne.

Can you please go

and refill her glass?

Just joking.

Bon jour, Rafael.

How are you? Yeah, don't worry.

I'll just make you talk to him.

We need some more champagne

for the room.

Sure, sir.

Pace it up

and keep a track on the package.

Yes, sir.

-Megha.

-Yes, sir.

This package needs to be delivered

to Mr. Rungta's suite.

-Okay.

-And tell housekeeping,

the room needs to be cleaned

after dinner.

-Okay.

-Plates, glasses, bins,

clear all the garbage.

-Okay, sir.

-Tonight.

Okay.

Sir, the lady from the Golden Leaf

suite is using the pool,

and there is no lifeguard around.

And she has been drinking too.

-I will look into it.

-Yeah.

She is something else,

isn't she?

There is no lifeguard around, so

Is there anything

I can do for you, sir?

Don't say such things. I won't

be able to sleep at night, sweetie.

I know. I am not your type.

This will keep me warm instead.

And even I am on duty.

Saving this madam

from evil eyes is my job.

-Understood?

-Sir.

Shall we?

We have a meeting tomorrow morning.

Shall we?

Who pushed me?

Sorry. Sorry about that.

Sorry.

Carry on.

-Towel, ma'am.

-Thanks.

The changing room is over there,

if you like to use it, ma'am.

Too far. No need.

Are you a night manager

because you can't sleep,

or you can't sleep

because you are a night manager?

A bit of both, ma'am.

If you had given me a heads-up,

I would have preheated the pool.

I like it cold.

Gets the blood circulating.

Are you guys using the new SIMs

or the old ones?'

Good morning, sir.

Nimish.

Good morning, sir.

Shift's over, Nimish.

Okay, okay, Shaan. Sorry.

Tea?

Yes, please make some.

Yes, mother.

Mother, I had told you

to eat that pill.

It's nothing. It must be just gas.

It's a good medicine,

please take it.

She is getting the car.

She will take you to the doctor.

Yes.

How is aunty, Nimish?

Not much has changed.

She kept groaning

with pain all night last night.

Satish, the laundry guy,

told me about a doctor.

Said he's a good doctor.

I have booked an appointment

Suman will take her to him.

She must have eaten some junk.

Then she doesn't take her pills.

I've told her to be careful

about what she eats

Sorry. Sorry about that.

Sorry.

Will Suman take aunty by herself?

Won't you go?

But what about work?

I'll get someone to fill in for you.

You go.

-I'll be back in an hour.

-Take your time.

-You go.

-Okay.

I have an offer

for combine harvesters.

Over the next 6 months

in Somalia.

Yeah. Now, listen.

Speak to Vladimir asap.

And now

get the Eastern Bloc stock ready.

And please take the delivery.

And don't screw it up.

You know how important

this is for me.

Excuse me.

-Lighter?

-Sorry.

-Okay, okay, bye.

-I don't have it.

Two minutes, Chief.

"Is there anything I can do

for you, sir?"

Didn't you say something

like that last night, didn't you?

15 more minutes, Mr. Rungta.

My shift will start,

and I will be that man again.

Good for you.

Very few people can draw a line between

their professional and personal life.

By the way,

where were you before this?

I told you, sir.

In the Maldives at the High Tree

and Jodhpur, at the Heritage.

No, no, no, that's not what I meant.

This is not

your normal line of work.

Where were you before

the hospitality industry?

Is it that obvious?

Your demeanour, the way you speak.

Were you in the Army?

Air Force?

Navy, sir.

Away from home then,

away from home now.

There is no one at home, sir.

So, you're a lone wolf, Mr. Sengupta,

or shall I call you Captain?

Lieutenant, sir.

Shame on you.

You are worthy to be a Captain.

Apologies, sir.

This just came in

from the dry cleaners.

Your jacket.

Keep it. It should fit.

And, if it doesn't,

then something to remember me by.

I won't need this to remember you.

I insist.

Keep it.

Keep it.

and concentrate on

the South Asian Games in December.

Sir.

This is to celebrate

Ganesan sir's promotion.

Thank you.

-South Indian countries have

-Madam.

To celebrate

Ganesan sir's promotion.

Sir

To celebrate your promotion.

Many, many,

many congratulations, sir.

Did you have some, Kranti?

They were delicious, sir.

Madam.

Oh, you still remember me?

Ganesan sir got promoted

to the Bangladesh desk, so

There were sweets too,

but we ran out.

Thank you, ma'am.

-Kranti.

-Yes.

Why don't you ever get

some vada-pav?

Oh, no, sir.

This is not on the menu.

I know. I know.

Here you go, sir.

You are so diligent, Sarang.

Hard at work even in the archives.

Seriously, though.

Your career suffered

a massive setback because of me.

You should get out of here.

Please, ma'am.

The evidence is right

in front of you, Sarang.

Even the sweets run out

by the time it's our turn.

Ma'am, I didn't join

your team for the snacks.

Is this the archives room?

No.

It's the Prime Minister's office.

Ms. Lipika Saikia Rao.

Parcel for you.

Can I keep it here?

-Would you like some fritters?

-No, ma'am.

I just had some sweets.

Thank you so much.

Where is it from, ma'am?

There is no name on it.

It's anonymous.

Sir, they asked for a late checkout.

So, who is handling that?

Sir, currently Piyush.

It's fine.

Good evening, ma'am.

How can I help you?

Good evening.

I am actually looking for a venue

for a wedding in my family.

Okay, ma'am.

And I've heard

this is a perfect venue

for a destination wedding.

Welcome, ma'am.

Welcome to White Flower.

My name is Lipika Saikia,

by the way.

Happy to have you, ma'am.

Can I take a look

at the property today?

I mean now.

Please.

Good evening, ma'am.

My name is Shaan.

-Hi.

-Allow me to show you around.

-Sure.

-Come.

This way.

Thanks, Megha.

I hear there is a helipad close by.

This hall is perfect for receptions.

It has the capacity

for 300 guests, ma'am.

Nice.

What about the Golden Leaf suite?

Perfect for the wedding night, no?

Can I have a look?

Turn on the lights.

I can't see a thing.

What are you doing here?

Bathtub.

-Out in the open?

-What are you doing here, ma'am?

Is this your hospitality training?

Won't you offer me tea or coffee?

Sure, I will offer you everything.

First, tell me

what you are doing here, ma'am.

Thank you.

What for?

Thank you for trusting me

with this after

what happened in Dhaka.

So, you came here all the way

from Delhi to thank me.

-We have to get to Shailendra Rungta.

-"We"?

-Yes.

-What "we"?

We, Mr. Night Manager,

because, after Dhaka,

no one's interested in this case.

Except for the two of us.

And thanks to my interest,

I've been demoted from

the Bangladesh desk to the archives.

So, am I your means to get promoted?

What are you getting at?

I thought you were smart!

Shailendra Rungta is

not a philanthropist businessman.

He's an arms dealer,

who makes money from k*lling people.

But you know that already.

What you don't know is,

in all these years,

no one has come close to him,

except for you.

You got much more intel

on him in two nights

than I did in years.

There's something special

about you, Shaan.

Let me just get something straight.

Shelly was here.

I got an opportunity.

I gathered information

and sent it to you.

You work with the government.

You know what to do

with information like this.

I have nothing to do

with all this now.

In the last two years,

you sent 35 anonymous emails

to the police

to reopen Safina's case. Why?

The plan is ready.

You just have to say yes.

How is it they say

I need my trojan horse

to bring down Shelly's empire.

I am not a secret agent.

I am a night manager.

You were a soldier.

I was.

I didn't know Brigadier Kalra's son

would turn his back on his duty.

What do you think?

You can use my father's name

to get me emotional and say yes?

You are your father's son.

I am very different.

And Safina?

I cannot force you, Shaan.

Especially for an assignment

that involves so much risk.

Right?

You can also die.

But, if my assumption is right

you have been

dying a little every day.

But how long

will you keep running, Shaan?

INDIAN GIRL CAUGHT STEALING

And what you're running from

will never leave you alone.

As a hotelier in Dhaka,

-you failed to save Safina.

-YOUNG THIEF COMMITS SUICIDE

GIRL PLUNGES TO DEATH FROM

AN UNDER-CONSTRUCTION BUILDING

As a soldier in Sri Lanka,

you failed to save

those innocent children.

Stop running, Shaan.

Help me defeat Shelly.

Otherwise, many more Safinas

will end up dead.

And maybe

after this,

you can sleep peacefully.

Danish, he said yes.

Is there anyone in this world,

except for Mitter,

who would say no to you?

Do you leave any options for anyone?

What do you want from me?

Money.

Don't you think Mitter

will find out?

I can't teach you accounts, Danish.

But you have Uzbekistan, China

and Afghanistan under you.

Pull out a little from here,

a little from there.

I'll manage.

Promise me you'll keep it low-key.

Absolutely. Low-key, low-tech.

It will just be like

an intimate threesome,

between Sarang, you and me.

Promise you.

Tea?

You want tea.

-Sugar.

-Have you seen his file?

He attacked his senior in Sri Lanka.

So what?

Even I want to do that sometimes.

I don't want a good soldier.

I want a good spy.

Back in my village,

I saw several weapons

that explode in the wielder's hand.

And Shaan is one such weapon.

So, be careful.

Hi. Please come in.

Hi.

This is Shelly's updated dossier.

And the guy

he came to see in Shimla.

His lawyer, Gurvinder. GV.

His details are here too.

All this is useless.

You've read these dossiers and files,

but I've met the man.

He can look straight into your soul.

He'll call your bluff in a second.

I haven't met him,

but I know him better than you.

Why would he let me

come close to him?

And when he finds out,

I was in the Dhaka hotel

during the Safina incident.

Then the game is up.

From the Archives office in Delhi,

I've completely erased the archives

of the Dhaka Orient Hotel.

Online, offline, everything.

So Shaan Sengupta?

Who Shaan Sengupta?

There was no night manager ever

by this name.

I have a theory, actually,

about Shelly,

which I want to share with you.

He's a gambler.

Where you're coming from

doesn't matter to him.

What matters is where you're headed.

And where I am taking you,

he won't miss the chance

gambling on you.

And how do you plan to do this?

So, let me take you

through the menu.

To make this plan work,

we must first break Shaan Sengupta.

You will have to fall to depths,

you didn't know existed.

Drugs, alcohol, gambling.

A deadly c*ck.

You will lose so much that

soon you will be drowning in debt.

Get out!

For starters,

your only option will be stealing.

A piping-hot robbery

in your own hotel.

Selling stolen jewellery?

When you get caught,

the main course.

A couple of months in jail.

And then, finally,

a perfect winter dessert.

-Stop!

-That way!

He's going that way!

Stop.

Hey, stop it. Stop acting now.

Look at this, sir.

He put too much blood here.

Even my underwear is drenched.

Yes, madam.

Your plan worked.

The boy made it out safely.

For this plan to work,

you must leave India.

Sri Lanka.

And wait there.

Why Sri Lanka?

Because that's where the Demon King

of this story lives.

How many times have I said

not to call on this number?

It's coming next week.

K, why didn't you come

to the airport?

Taha, I forgot.

It slipped my mind.

Are you crying?

Yeah, because I forgot

to come to the airport.

Taha

How was your flight?

Finished all the episodes

of The Mandalorian.

Didn't sleep at all.

-Oh, my God.

-Now, come on, get ready.

Are we going somewhere?

Where are we going? Is it a place

that has your favourite food,

by the sea,

with potato mash and music?

Okay, I need your help.

Choose.

-This one.

-Good taste.

I'll be there in two minutes.

Everyone's waiting.

Okay, coming.

-His heart was beating so fast--

-He's lying.

-Clearly, he's lying.

-Don't believe him.

-What!

-Ta-dah!

Presenting the first lady of the empire.

Wow!

If you had taken any longer,

I would have called the chef of

Nukka Gamma here.

God, you're looking terrific.

Right now I can skip straight

to the desert.

Come on, let's go.

-Let's go. Let's go.

-Hi, Myra.

Myra.

Anyone want to bet

who is going to get

to Nukka Gamma first?

Dad, can I steer the yacht today?

Get a little older,

and I'll let you fly the jet.

How are you, Mendes?

All good?

-Thank you

-Hello.

-Hi, sweetie.

-Hello.

-Hi, how are you?

-How are you?

Wow, nice.

The fish over here is fantastic.

Okay, so I am going to order now.

What do you want to have?

Your favourite mango-salsa salmon.

It's been a while

since we've been here.

I'm so ready for the wine.

-Whisky drinkers here.

-Fine. You'll be fine.

Women. You can't live with them,

you can't live without them.

Why do you think I like men?

Switch sides.

Have some shame. I am married.

Listen, madam.

You never listen.

Mrinal, please listen to your husband

because he's not Jayu.

He's His Highness Jayveer Singh.

I see, Chief.

The only "royalty" at this table

is this man.

Because he's paying the bill.

-Well, love you, brother.

-To the king of the world.

-Cheers.

-Top of the world.

Cheers!

Why is our chief guest so quiet?

Come on, Taha.

Let me tell you a story.

Listen. Scoot over. Hey

Do you know

how your dad and I became friends?

How many times have

you told this story before?

It's the first time on this trip.

-Are you sure?

-I am sure.

-I love this story, Dad.

-You love this story.

Well, you have your audience.

Then listen, this happened

when your dad and I were in school.

Want to dance, Myra?

Come.

Spin, Taha.

May I?

All right.

All right.

Okay, one more.

Taha.

Shelly!

Good-looking boy

and a great dancer too.

I am ready to move on.

And gutsy too.

Stealing my woman

in front of me.

You dance pretty well.

-Rochelle, take the kids home.

-Okay, ma'am.

-Taha's got moves.

-What, baby?

Come, come. You dance with

Come, Myra. Time for bed.

You should have seen Shelly dancing

the other day.

He's too cute, man.

-That he is.

-Everybody, down!

Get on the floor! Everybody, down!

-Dad.

-Everybody, down!

-Jewellery now.

-Back up!

Take out all the money.

Give us cash.

-Cash, jewellery, gold.

-Take out all the money.

Who the f*ck are you?

Don't try to act smart.

You police?

Why g*n? You police?

No, no, no, no, they are with us.

-Dad.

-g*n on the floor. You

Madhu, Raza, g*ns down.

Back off.

Dad.

-Brij. Brij!

-Go back. I sh**t.

-Go back.

-Back off, Brij!

BJ.

Taha, you keep looking at me.

You'll be fine.

Keep looking at me.

Everybody remains calm.

And everything will be okay.

We'll give you all our money

and jewellery, okay?

You let the boy go.

Take out your purses and jewellery.

Bracelet.

Ring.

You? Rich man?

Yes.

You get what you want.

Let the boy go.

This boy yours? Your boy?

Yes, my son.

He is worth more then.

$100,000 right now.

Okay, look, man.

I can do $200,000 more.

That's $300,000.

Just give me one hour.

One hour.

One million! Okay?

We contact you.

You give money, we give you boy.

No!

I said you will get what you want.

You take my boy

and you will be dead.

You stop us?

The boy will stop a b*llet then.

Down!

-I said get down!

-Dad!

-Get down.

-Taha!

-Taha!

-No, Kaveri. Stop!

-My son!

Stop!

-You stay here.

-Stop them.

I said stop them.

Which way the exit?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Go.

Go to your mother.

Go!

You b*stard!

You are not supposed to hurt him.

This was only a fake kidnapping.

Remember?

It needed to look real.

You crazy m*therf*cker!

You want it real?

I'll show you real.

You want it real?

I'll show you real!

Mom, there's a lot

of work here. Yeah.

Of course.

Fine, tell me.

Half a kilo curd,

half a kilo chickpea flour.

And?

He's calling.

Mom, can I call you back?

Hello.

Hello, madam, your guy

Everything went wrong.

Ma'am? Hello?

Ma'am, the mission's failed.

Hello? Hello, ma'am?

f*ck!