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Hello.

Good morning.

Morning.

This is Sam.

Couldn't reach your mobile phone.

Sam?

Sam! Sam...

What's the scene?

What time is the sound check?

The scene is not too good.

Some strike is happening.

So, nothing is running on the road.

Then, why ask us
to perform today?

They actually called
the strike last night.

What about our advance?

We're not going to return that.

As per our terms
and conditions.

But how can we take money
and not sing?

Try to figure something out.

Even then, you'll be performing
in an empty hall.

That won't be good for you.

Then?

Let's see if we can do it
tomorrow or day after.

Do you want me to rot
in this hotel room today?

Why aren't you here?

I've come to meet my aunt.

I told you yesterday.

You don't remember anything
when you're drunk.

Probably had a bit too much
last night.

Can't even lift my head.

Well, go to the coffee shop
and just chill.

Enjoy the resort life.

I'm trying to come.

Okay.

'Adios amigo'.

Can you believe it?

We'll build homes on the Moon...

But striking out strikes in this city
is impossible.

They don't realise the kind of business
we lose.

It's just a holiday for them.

One step on the streets
and the rioteers show up.

You can't work here.

And a good day to you too.

Yes, sir?

What the 'onion'
is this?

Sorry, sir?

Onion rings?
Don't you know what they are?

Sir, we don't serve onion rings
for breakfast.

Call your manager.

Sir?

Doesn't your hotel have a manager?

Yes, sir.

- Then please call the manager.
- Okay, sir.

Hi!

Can I take a selfie with you?

Only if I click it.

Sure.

Thank you.

With autographs, you get to know
the name of your fan.

Oh, my name's Latika.

With 'Lobongo' (clove)
or without?

I'm a huge fan of yours.

No, you're not that huge.

Don't you have a show here tonight?

- I had.
- You had?

But this bloody strike...

Oh!

We are from Bhopal.

We love you back there.

Except your father
who wants you back now.

Fa-- Ganesh?

He's my husband.
He doesn't mind.

- Oh!
- Yes!

- Okay, bye, Roop.
- See you around, Lobongo.

Thank you.

Hello, sir.

Were you looking for me?

Actually, I was looking for some food.

To break my fast.

Sir, we have all these breakfast options.

- Didn't you tell him?
- Yes, I mean--

Bread, eggs, cornflakes,
rice dumplings, pancakes...

Do you expect me to eat all this rubbish
in Kolkata?

Sir?

You must have heard that rhyme,
as a Bengali.

"Some fluffy fried bread, some porridge,
some spicy potato curry...

Icing on the cake will be
some dessert in a hurry."

I'm so sorry, sir.

I'll get you some fried bread and curry
right away.

Not curry. Spicy potato curry.

And you can skip the dessert.

Sure.

And excuse me, Manager Madam.

There's no Wi-Fi, no network.
What's the cause?

Sir, our resort is fully network free.
Tech detox.

Remember, we told you during check in?

Tech detox... Take that.

- Get him some fried bread and spicy potato curry.
- Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

I just had to come sit here.

Actually, it was getting very cold there.
And I realised it's so much hotter at this table.

I hope you don't mind.

If I mind now, will you go back?

You, probably, haven't recognised me.

Take off your glasses.

No.

Really?

Wow! I like it!

I couldn't recognise you
and you like that?

Of course.

There are very few people
who don't know Roop Ray.

You're truly one of a kind.

Your humility knows no bounds.

Roop Ray.

Do you run a beauty parlour?

Your sense of humour is...

It's really turning me on.

Are you always spouting nonsense?

Or is it the end-of-season sale today?

Do you know how much women
love this nonsense?

I'm sure.

But you won't find one of them
at this table.

Who will I find at this table?

How shameless!

Are you a minister or an actor?

Singer.

All the same to me.

Cinema, music... I don't care for them.

Why?

Are you a nun?

You live in India
and yet you don't enjoy music or movies.

Next you'll say
you don't watch cricket either.

You're right.
I don't get to watch it very often.

I spend more time playing it.

I play for India.

Which country do you sing for?

That was a little below the belt.

Isn't masculinity concentrated
below the belt?

Why?

Is your prowess restricted only
above the collar?

You can't gauge that
sitting on the platform.

For that you must board the train...

Ride all the way...

Only after that you will know.

After that...

Nice to see,
good to hold.

If broken, considered sold...
Won't be like that, right?

- Sir, your food.
- Thank you.

- Anything for you, ma'am?
- No, I'm good with my matcha tea.

Okay, ma'am.

I hope it's okay now.

Sir, if you're having dinner with us...

we can arrange for a special Bengali spread
in our specialty restaurant, Bhojbari.

Thank you.

That depends on madam.

She just asked me out
for dinner tonight.

Did I?

Didn't you?

- I hear there's a strike outside.
- Yes.

Then how can there be an "out"?

Let it be here.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

I'll keep a table for you two.

- Eight o'clock?
- Eight o'clock.

Thank you.
Have a lovely day.

Eight o'clock!

How will we pass the time in between?

I've heard playing cricket is more fun
on strikes.

Bad idea.

Your male ego will be hurt.

What about the train ride
you were talking about?

What if I take up that offer?

I hope Roop Ray is carrying rubber.

I hope so too.

What?

Oh gosh!

Yes!

"Kama Sutra"?

I hope you know the positions.

Oh man!

That was good.

Do I have to call you a "man" now?

Sorry, I can't call you Roop Ray.

F--k!

I never asked what your name is.

You were too busy sizing me up.

Instead I was cut to size.

Actually, you know what?

In a fake world with fake people around
pretending to be fake all the time...

I've become so fake...

Meeting a real person like you
has rebooted me.

You call that just a meeting?

- Abhiroop.
- Tripti.

Tripti...

Now you can sing something for me.

But not something by Roop Ray.

Does Abhiroop sing anymore?

Hear me out...

My unsure steps
My hidden fears

Hear me out...

My hesitant stories

Why do I wake up on sleepless nights?

Who do I think about?

Why do I walk down the stairs
of a strange city?

Is that your name in neon
calling for me?

I spin around you

With your hand in mine

The forgotten memories pop up
when I try to remember you

Hear me out...

My unsure steps
My hidden fears

Hear me out...

My hesitant stories

Why do I wake up on sleepless nights?

Who do I think about?

Why do I walk down the stairs
of a strange city?

Is that your name in neon
calling for me?

Then...

Then?

Then I'll leave for Mumbai
and you'll head to...

Where do you stay?

I...

I...

You don't want to tell me.

- No, it's not that... I can't remember--
- You can't remember where you live?

You know, this is why...

The greatest love stories
always remain incomplete.

You wanted something like that
when you came over to my table.

A hook up.
A one night stand.

A romp.

Roop Ray wanted exactly that.

But Abhiroop...

But Abhiroop lost himself...

when Tripti brought him back
from the dead.

This is the beginning.

Not the end.

We'll see.

Not sure why I'm feeling so sleepy.

Me too.
I can barely keep my eyes open.

Good food. Check.

Great sex. Check.

- Very sleepy...
- Check.

You can sleep here, Abhiroop.

Why take the effort
to go back to your room?

I thought you'll never ask.

Are you a good boy now?

Won't do anything without permission, huh?

Hello?

Are you still sleeping?

Who's this?

Krish. Who else?

Oh, yeah, Krish! Tell me.

You have the pitch at 10.
Remember?

Where are you?
Aren't you coming?

My flight didn't take off.

Should have gone with you yesterday.

Some strike is happening today so...
No flights are allowed to land.

Really? Motherf--ker,
I'll have to go there alone?

How will you go if there's a strike?

Maybe they'll push it to tomorrow.

That'll be good.

I have this really bad headache.

That's the pollution for you.

Small things like these happen in big cities
like these, 'senorita'.

To hell with your 'senorita'!

I'll just go back to sleep.

But first grab a bite at the coffee shop.

I'll order some room service.

Then there'll be thousands of questions
from HR.

The breakfast served downstairs
is part of the package.

God!

Okay. You owe me one.

Anyway, keep me updated.

Can I?
For a second.

Sure.

Strike? Really?

So it seems.

They don't realise the kind of business
we lose.

We'll build homes on Moon.

But striking out strikes is impossible.

Wow! What a great dialogue!
Is it original?

Original? I think so.
I wrote it.

Well, I thought of it.

Are you sure?

Of course! You can't work here.

Hello, ma'am.
These are our options for breakfast.

Eggs?

You can order any kind of eggs.

Scarmbled, omelette, benedict... "Kejriwal"...

- Soft-boiled, two minutes.
- Sure, ma'am.

Tea or coffee?

Matcha.

Okay, ma'am.

There's no network on my phone.

Ma'am, there's no network,
anywhere in the hotel.

To detox from technology.

Technology detox... Got it.

Hello, what's going on?

What?

Why are you staring?

Just like that.

What do you mean?
Let me see.

- No, no, no...
- Let me see...

Did you ask for my permission?

You can't draw without asking.

Really? Why?

What do you mean?

Abroad, you must take consent
from even people in the background.

You must get a signed permission.

But this is not 'abroad'.

And you are no 'background'.
You are the subject.

Exactly! You need my prior permission.

During the Gujarat riots...

the man who was begging for his life...

Did that Qutubuddin Ansari
give permission to be photographed?

Or say Amitabh Bachchan...

He appears in front of his waiting fans
every Sunday.

So many people take his photo,
sketch him...

Am I Amitabh Bachchan?

You're not, right?
Then where's the problem?

Please take a seat.
It won't take me long.

Ma'am, should I serve this here?

- Please do and pull the chair up.
- Sure.

Madam will sit. Please...

Ma'am...

Sir, anything for you?

- One more black coffee.
- Okay.

Ma'am, should I serve your matcha tea here?

Whatever!

If you stay angry
the mood of the drawing will change.

That won't be nice.

Please have your eggs.

They might hatch
if you leave them for too long.

Wait, no... A little to the left.

My left, your right.

Not so...

That's it. Good. Hold.

Are you a professional artist?

I'm a... tissue paper artist.

I'm not asking for your consent.
You can keep that.

If you don't like it,
you can use it and throw it away.

- I thought you were doing it for yourself...
- No, no.

Your face is now imprinted
on my brain.

That won't be erased.
This one is for you.

Can we sit outside?

So many eggs around...
Seems like we're in a chicken farm.

Chicken...

Where outside?

There's a library...

It's really nice.
Let's go.

Other than wasting tissue papers,
what else do you do?

It's better not to say.

Either you won't believe me
or you might get scared.

Of course not.

What do you do?

I'd rather lie to you.

At least, you'd know what I don't do.

What do you think?

Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!

I don't mind.

Fine.

I kill people.

What?!

Assassin.

Contract killer.

A lot of people call me a hitman,
a hired gun.

Want me to tell you all the names?

I told you, you won't believe me.

But you said you were lying.

Can you tell which one was the lie?

Forget about me.
What do you do?

Apart from modelling for tissue papers.

- Can I lie too?
- Of course, that's the game.

Otherwise, how will I find out the truth?

That chicken farm.
I farm chicken.

Wow! That's amazing!

And do you eat up all of them?

I eat some and sell the rest.

Then you must know who came first,
the chicken or the egg.

I think love came first.

Otherwise where would the egg come from?

Chicken farmer and hired assassin.

That can be a great love story.

What if the farmer is married?

Will the assassin still fall in love with her?

What if the assassin is married too?

Then the two negatives make it positive.

Excuse me?

Sorry to disturb you.

Can't recognise you.

I'm the manager of the hotel. Kalki Maitra.

Because of the strike
the guests are very bored.

We're planning a party by the pool
in the evening.

If there are enough guests,
we can organise it.

Are you two in?

Farmer, what do you think?

If assassin goes, I'm game.

- We are 100% in.
- Fantastic!

Is there a dress code?

Of course.

Whatever is there in your travel bag.

We didn't tell each other the truth.

Didn't even share numbers.

Tomorrow the farmer and assassin's love story
will come to an end.

Not that easy.

This love story will not chicken out so easily.

And there's the chicken itself.

Sir, you can try it with the green chutney.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I'll finish my meeting tomorrow
and go back to my farm.

I'll come over
under the pretext of some work.

Can I hire you?

Who do I have to kill?

You have to come to my room
to kill that person.

But seriously, how will you find me
without any name or address?

Don't spoil this
with name and address.

I'll find you. Trust me.

I want to trust you.

But there are so many people...
So many faces...

So many hearts...

How will you find me
if I get lost?

Follow me.

Hello! Check!

Sorry for the interruption.

But what to do?
That's how I am.

Farmer, this is for you.

To find you anew

I lose you every time

Oh! My treasure of love

To find you anew

When I set out in your quest
My heart trembles in fear

With the overwhelming waves of adoration

Your smile washes away...

all my tears of sadness

Oh! My treasure of love

To find you anew

This way...
Come in.

How will you understand the process
if you don't see it all?

She only asked me to show you
the entire thing.

Is he sleeping?

You may call it sleep.
Very deep sleep.

That powder we mixed
in the chicken's marinade...

He'll be over and out for 12 hours.

- What is the doctor doing?
- Doctor who? Botuk?

Of course, I'm a doctor.

Hypnotherapists are full-fledged doctors.

How will you know, cheap writer?

Do you have any medical certifications
to do all this?

- If caught, you'll be in jail.
- Ah, Ganesh!

Finish explaining the process to Leena.

Well, Leena...

Basically, this is Queen Kalki's version
of "mind reset".

To put it simply "brainwash".

All the thoughts in his head
about being a hitman...

Let's say this...

Now, it's all being...

thrown away.

After this...

we will refill the memory bank afresh.

The new character
I've been working on all day...

will be fed to his brain all night.

Through sleep hypnosis.

Courtesy our "doctor", Botuk.

Oh!

Who is he today?

Today he's a reporter.

Why a reporter?

He'll be curious.
We'll have to keep an eye on him all the time.

Don't you remember
what happened last time?

He was a full-on reporter.

This one is a business reporter.
Here to cover a corporate conclave.

Can't you think of something safe?

Like an IT worker type.

We've already done that.

Who wanted a new
and unique character every time?

The channel wanted a salesman.
You haven't done that yet.

How can a salesman stay in such a fancy hotel?
How illogical!

The channel is just lip service!

Ganesh, no one cares about logic right now.

People just want to watch
the two of them.

I can't write anymore
if the character's arc is unclear.

Can I please work in peace here?

Constantly playing the radio
in the background.

You're playing the radio too.

Button on and off.

But with the attitude of a great scientist!

Madam K, please look for my replacement.

I can't work with this kind of people
around me.

Sometimes I feel like a kindergarten teacher.

Mr. Botuk, please start the feeding.

We'll step outside.

Ganesh, let's go to my room.

Let's go.

- Leena?
- Hmm?

Please stay back.

How will you understand the process
if you don't see it all?

Come.

Now...

Switch off the lights.

Okay.

There's a switch inside that drawer.

Turn it on.

Okay.

Where should I sit?

Abhishek?

Can you hear me?

Can you remember...

the Pondicherry days?

Your mother settled down with you
in Auroville.

Then you went to
Chennai's School of Journalism.

Can you remember, Abhishek?

Try to come up
with something different, Ganesh.

What is your problem?

The show's rating is so high...
The channel is happy...

What works today,
might not tomorrow.

The show is about couples on first dates.

Why do they have to fall in love
every time?

I have nothing to do with it.

You wanted hateable character.
I delivered.

You wanted a manly woman.
I delivered that too.

You wanted married people.
Even that.

And yet two complete strangers
keep falling in love with each other.

Isn't that a little weird?

Give me an opportunity to intervene.

I'll turn the story around.

I don't want to.

I want "First Dates"
to be the most natural show in the world.

Unadultered, pure emotions.

Pure for sure but...

But what?

The entire thing is illegal.

Everything is fair in love and entertainment.

How many people
are you going to explain this to?

If word spreads--

Who's going to spread the word?

You?

- Wh-Why would I?
- Then who?

I meant there are so many people
working here so...

Small team.

Everyone has signed an NDA.

Meaning a non-disclosure agreement.

Just like the one you signed.

If my vision is compromised
I'll take everybody down with me.

See who's here.

What's the situation?

I've started the first session on the girl.

The boy must be in his third session by now.

Both of them will be fit
by 6 a.m. tomorrow.

Then you can do hair, make-up and costumes
and wake them up.

Why are they starting to forget
from the evening?

I had warned you about this before.

We might be able to push it
for a couple of days but...

to stretch this hypnoidal state
for more than 12 hours will be unfeasible.

I don't ask you these questions
to hear these mouthful words.

What's the solution?

Put them to sleep earlier.

I don't keep them awake because I want to.

I do it for the footage.

Madam K, can I say something?

What?

Mr. Writer is right here.

Can't we increase my role a bit?

The lift reaches the coffee shop
even before I can say my lines.

Both of you are acting so funny
since Leena joined.

What did I do?

Wearing a new wig and playing the husband
early in the morning...

Don't you think I notice?

Improve your Hindi, Mr. Botuk.

If we add more lines,
you'll be in trouble.

Tomorrow is the 50th episode.

A big day tomorrow.

I don't want anyone of you to mess it up.

No.

I'm not going to update you
on my edit status.

Is it your turn today
to call and bug me?

It'll be uploaded.

Like every day!

Why do you have to rush us every day?

Have we ever missed a deadline?

No.

I had told you before
it won't be possible.

Put it in your channel head's head.

Give it a try.

To contact them directly.

All the best.

Bye.

Was that the channel?

Hmm.

They're launching a new show.

And they want the "First Dates" hit pair
to appear.

Do you think that's possible?

Idiots!

Where's Soni?

Soni has a cold today.

So, who'll make the call?

Today...

Leena can do it.

Then she'll appear later as Latika?

Won't be a problem.
I didn't give her dialogues today.

Let her do it then.

Please explain the character properly
to her.

Show me the guy's corridor.

This is your script.

Okay.

- Let's do it then.
- Wait, wait...

You're the editor.

He's one of your favourite reporters
on the team.

The tone is everything.

It's bossy...yet friendly.

Got it.

- May I?
- One minute.

The word "Raka" is the memory trigger.

The sooner you say it, the better.
"Raka".

Say it clearly.

- Raka!
- Raka.

- Okay.
- Call.

Dial 2010.

Hello.

Umm... Abhi?

Who?

Really?

Forgot your boss on a day tour?

This is Raka. Raka.

Raka?

Raka! Yes. Sorry.
I have a terrible headache.

Don't have to lie about it.

No, seriously!

Enjoy your paid holiday!

What?

They've called a strike there.
So, the conclave is not happening today.

You don't have to go anywhere. So just...

...chill at the hotel only.

What the fish!

You want me to file a report
about the conclave not happening?

Like a brief.

A...small...brief...

I...I'll let you know.

But first go and have your breakfast.

I'll connect later.

Go to the coffee shop.

Sorry?

I've heard the breakfast is great
at the coffee shop there.

So, you go over there
and I'll connect later.

Okay?

Okay, bye.

- Did I screw up?
- You were great!

- Let me call the boss.
- Yes.

Phone calls are done.

He'll be in the corridor soon.

Your hero will take a shower now.

Wear his clothes...

Wear his perfume...

There's still a lot of time for him
to come out, Madam K.

Did you work on your Hindi?

There's nothing much
that can be done to it.

Well...

Can I play a Bengali?

From Mr. Mathur to Mr. Mukherjee.

Why will there be so many Bengalis in a hotel
in Bengal, Mr. Botuk?

You can't just wish to be an actor.

He's out!

Go! Go! Go!

Yes!

Everyone on standby.

He didn't pick up the paper today either.

Newspaper for Mr. Botuk!

Mr. Botuk!

Do you have network on your phone?

What?

I don't understand Bengali.

I spoke more in English than Bengali.

Do you have network on your phone?

Not at all.

Where are you from?

You don't speak Hindi fluently either.

What do you mean where am I from?
I'm from this world.

Man will build homes on the Moon.

But striking out strikes
in this city is impossible.

What the fish are you saying, man?

You can't work here.

Wait... Who are you?

- You can't work here.
- Excuse me?

F--k!

No one's at the reception.

The bouncers are outside.

But how can a hotel reception have nobody?

How would I know?

Every day he goes to the coffee shop directly.

But there used to be someone.

How many times have I said
that we need to be ready for every situation?

You fired the actor
who used to play the receptionist.

Remember?

Whatever!

He's still there.

Just send somebody from the coffee shop!

But a junior actor might say something wrong,
that'll be worse.

Can I go?

No, you'll be sitting with me as Latika.

You'll be able to handle him?

Yes!

- Go then.
- But...

How can I help you, sir?

Say that again.

Sorry, sir...

Say that line again.

How can I help?

I've heard your voice somewhere before.

A lot of people say that, sir.

Where are the people?

- Is it low season?
- Yes, sir.

It's not really low.

There's no one around.

Everyone is in the coffee shop.

Why?

Having breakfast, sir.

Everyone is having breakfast
at the same time?

It happens at times.

Raka.

Sorry?

You sound like my editor, Raka.

Really, sir?

What a coincidence!

I have no network on my phone.
Can you arrange a cab for me?

Sure, sir!

There's a strike going on outside.

It's going to be really tough
getting a cab.

Who's called the strike?

What?

Which party has called the strike?

I'm not sure, sir.

You're not sure?

You don't read the newspaper?

Where's today's newspaper?

Is this today's paper?

Probably.

What do you mean?
What's today's date?

- Today is...
- Never mind.

It's written here that there's a strike.

Try for a cab, please.

- I'll just grab a coffee.
- Sure, sir.

Coffee shop is right down the corridor
to your left.

Thanks.

Morning. Room number, sir?

Room 2010.

- Please have a seat.
- Thank you.

Sir, we have these options for breakfast.

- I am Bengali.
- Sorry, sir.

- Would you...
- Just a cup of black coffee.

- Can you make it with honey?
- Sure, sir.

Thank you.

Do you live in the hotel?

No, why, sir?

How did you travel in the strike?

I knew about the strike yesterday.

That's why I stayed back last night.

Smart!

- Okay. Please get me the coffee.
- Okay, sir.

Excuse me?

Hi, I'm Tapsee.

Abhishek.

Excuse me?

Hi, I am Tapsee.

- Abhishek.
- You're a Bengali?

Yes.
How did you know?

The way you pronounced your name.

So, are you "Taposhi"?

Yeah, everyone calls me Tapsee in Pune.
Hence, Taposhi became Tapsee.

So tell me, Taposhi.

Well, you seem the kind
whom I can ask...

- Please take a seat.
- Yeah...thank you.

- What were you saying?
- Yes...

I had a fashion show today.

- So when I was--
- Are you a model?

Kind of...

- So I--
- Don't you people eat?

Or do you eat
and then throw it all up?

Sorry.
Always wanted to ask.

No, that's alright.

People have this notion
about models...

that they don't eat anything...
They are stupid...

They sleep around...

Unfortunately, I can't check off
any of the boxes.

You are not tall
like a giraffe either.

And I eat a lot!
Wait, I'll show you.

- Excuse me?
- Yes, ma'am?

- Can I have a 'Masala' Dosa?
- Okay, ma'am.

- And a cheese omelette?
- Sure, ma'am.

- And do you have pancakes?
- We can make them for you, ma'am.

Okay. Then pancake with honey
and chocolate syrup.

- Sure, ma'am.
- Thank you.

I didn't ask you
to enact the Last Supper.

No, I'm feeling hungry.

In case I can't finish it all,
you're there to help me.

- What did you want to ask me?
- Yeah, right.

There's a strike outside...

And I asked some people here
but no one's stepping out.

So...if you're planning
to step out, maybe you can give me a ride?

Even I'm dying to get out.
I asked the hotel guys for a cab.

Didn't sound very helpful.

- No network on the phone either.
- Even on yours?

- No.
- Sir, your coffee.

Okay but there's no network on the phone...
No cabs outside... Is this a hotel or a jail?

Have you read 'Frankenstein', Ganesh?

Those who haven't, think that
Frankenstein was the name of the monster.

But it's not so.

The stupid scientist who created the monster
was called Frankenstein.

That's you.

Don't put it all on me.

You are the ringmaster.

The circus is yours, the jokers are yours.
You need to manage them.

I told you so many times
not to make him a reporter.

Even the girl wants to step out.
She's a fashion model.

Why didn't you sit there today?

Well... Leena became the receptionist today,
so I didn't want to sit alone...

So, should I give them
their daily dose now?

Then they'll be unconscious all day.
I can't lose the whole day.

We don't have any episode
in the bank.

Get my manager's suit ready.

Go!

- Your eating is impressive!
- I won't throw it up.

- You'll probably burn it out at the gym.
- No, my metabolism is high.

Just the thought
of ice cream makes me fat.

- Actually, what do you do, Abhishek?
- A very boring job.

Business reporter for a magazine.

- You must've been good at math growing up.
- No, I wanted to become a detective.

I knew all the detective stories by heart.
Would practice in front of the mirror.

Staying away from Bengal
makes you more of a Bengali.

Whether that's the Durga festival,
story books or Tagore's songs.

Even I had to learn Tagore's songs at Pune.
Where did you learn them?

Pondicherry.
My mom's at Auroville.

Are you married?

I'm so sorry.
It just came out.

I think so loudly at times...
that you can hear me.

No, I'm not married.

I had come very close once
but didn't cross the finish line.

Why didn't you go through
with it?

She went back to her ex.

Between the engagement and the wedding.

Strange timing, isn't it?

It just touched the bat and through the covers!
Boundary. Smooth as butter.

- I can't eat these pancakes anymore.
- I'm also done.

- Then let's go for a tour of the strike?
- Sure, it'll be quite an adventure.

- Let's go!
- Let's.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning. Can I help you?

- I believe you asked for a cab.
- Yes. Who are you?

Sorry, I'm the manager
of the hotel, Kalki Maitra.

We've arranged for a cab.

It'll be here by 11.

- It's not even 10 yet.
- There's a strike sir, I hope you understand.

None of cabs we have a tie-up with,
have left home.

Only this one car has agreed to come...
It'll be here soon.

- Have you been to our quay area?
- What?

It's a beautiful place.
You can take a walk.

- Would you like to?
- After all that food, we sure need a walk.

I'll have someone escort
you two there.

And I'll let you know
when the cab's here.

- Enjoy your walk.
- Thank you.

You walk around in such high heels,
don't you feel you'll fall down?

- Not really.
- Seriously?

If Mrs. Bachchan wore heels like these,
she would match her husband's height.

- You exaggerate so much!
- No, I'm not kidding.

Seriously, walking on the ramp
is an art.

And the way you move your hips!
Amazing!

Actually, it's not that tough.
You can do it too. Let's try!

- Huh?
- Hmm.

Watch.

- Poetry!
- Really? Your turn to write now.

- This'll be a walk of shame.
- It can also be a hall of fame.

Just try once.
Come on.

Go ahead.
You can do it.

You see?
I'm a comedy show in motion!

You have to keep
three things in mind.

Shoulders back, hips in front,
legs straight.

Now, walk.

- How will I walk this way?
- Take one step at a time. Like this.

Easy!

Keep the weight forward.
As if you're gliding, not walking. Like this.

Come on...yeah...
Hey!

Are you okay?
You don't have to walk anymore.

How did she learn
to walk like that?

All these skills, talents,
general knowledge...

Do you write differently
for each character every day?

- Yeah so basically--
- I'll explain it to you.

There are different chambers
in the brain.

We keep 80 to 90%
of the matter the same.

We only change the history
of the character every day.

- What about the minute details?
-They are no big deal.

The guy knows how to sing,
so he sings.

The girl knows how to walk like that,
so she walks.

What about their love
for each other?

- Did we set that up too?
- No, no, no.

That's entirely them.

But let's not blame it
on their brains.

It's their hearts.

But spying on them this way...

- Feels voyeuristic.
- There are no cameras in their rooms.

This is a public place, Leena.

But they believe they're alone.

Then close your eyes if you don't want to watch
the adult content.

I always enjoy a good love story.

You've never had one
that's why it feels so good.

Ganesh, if I swap your right and left brains,
then you'll know.

- Uncivilised!
- Hush!

We can use this portion.

- Are the audio levels fine?
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you sure you're comfortable?

Should I get some ice for you?

- No, no.
- If you rub some ice, you'll feel much better.

- I'm speaking from experience.
- Not a fan of icing or heating.

But as per your instructions,
I did glide, didn't I?

Sorry...
Is it still hurting?

Ego, yes.
Foot, no.

But I've discovered your diet secret.

From tomorrow, I'll stop gymming
and walk like this every day.

With practice, you'll easily pick it up.

And then maybe,
a change of career.

It'll be a great headline.

"Jilted lover walks in
imaginary fashion shows".

The real loser is the one
who left you.

Maybe she hit a decent cover drive
but she was run-out on the very next ball.

Some people love the idea of love,
not the person.

Some people who?

My boyfriend also dumped me.

On my birthday.

What the f...

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not.

In fact, I'm grateful...

that I don't have to spend my entire life
with him.

But the way he's broken me
from within...

that I haven't been able to love anyone
ever again.

Just imagine...

if you can love the wrong person so much...

how deeply you will love the right person.

Have you been able
to love anyone else?

Maybe I haven't found the right one,
so I haven't...

Who's the right person?

Will they have it written on their heads?

Heads don't work
in this department.

But the heart automatically opens up
at the right moment.

Open Sesame?

They told me all flights are cancelled
for the strike.

That's what they told me too.

What the fish is going on here?

What's wrong with him?

He's one of our guests.

He had gone out for some work
this morning.

Yeah, I met him in the elevator.

Very close to the hotel,
a bunch of political goons attacked him.

Thankfully, Inspector Ganesh found him.

Thankfully, he had his hotel room card on him.
So, I could bring him back.

- Otherwise, the way they beat him...
- Yeah, he's bleeding heavily.

Why didn't you arrest them?

You've no idea how dangerous
it is outside.

There's violence everywhere.
It's a complete riot.

If I arrest someone,
it will only get worse.

So you'll allow such attacks
on innocent civilians?

I didn't allow it.

He survived because I reached on time.

But I think we should take him
to a hospital.

Where am I?

You're absolutely safe wherever you are.

Please rest quietly.

- I shouldn't have gone out...
- Yes, that's correct.

Kalki Madam?

Now it's your responsibility.

Make sure no one else
leaves the hotel.

He's fortunate enough to be alive.

The next person might not be
so lucky.

Why don't you escort us out,
Inspector Ganesh?

Where do you want to go?

I have some work.

You are not a local.

You don't know about the strikes here.

I am a journalist.

I have some idea I think.

Journalist?

What do you write about?

- About business.
- Businesses are shut.

Everything is shut.

Stay inside the hotel.
You'll be safe.

- I'll be on my way, madam.
- Thank you, Inspector.

It's going to be 11 again at night,
Manager Maitra?

Has the cab arrived?

Do you still want to go out?

I believe I can take care of myself.

The guests at this hotel
are my responsibility.

And given the circumstances,
I can't allow you to step out.

- Sorry, sir.
- You'll stop me from going out?

If need be, yes.

I have to do my duty.

Do you even realise
what you're saying?

All I'm saying there's trouble outside
and you shouldn't step out.

Let me find that out
for myself.

- Taposhi, are you coming along?
- Of course.

I was kidding, Kalki "Madam".

I'd be crazy to go out
into the strike to show off my bravery.

I'm hungry again!

Don't you have a speciality restaurant?

On the first floor, Bhojbari.
Bengali food.

Just what I need.

What do you think, Taposhi?

Yeah, we could go.

We could eat!
Let's go.

But him?

He'll be alright.

We'll take care of him.

What are we doing here?

My God!

Is it a menu or an aquarium?

So many kinds of fish.

What would you like?

Of all the fish...

hilsa is my favourite but...

It has so many bones
that I can't eat it properly.

Suddenly...

why are they discussing fish?

They're relaxed now.

Bengalis discuss fish
when they're relaxed.

Nope.

Something else is going on.

Something's fishy.

You worry without any reason.

They're right in front of us.
How will they escape?

- Why don't you decide?
- Let me see.

I've always liked prawns.

Yeah... Yeah...

But technically, prawns aren't fish.
More like...

bugs!

Have you sent Mr. Botuk to his room?

He's on DND mode.

Probably ordering room service!

And the others?

I gave them a lunch break.

They haven't had a scope to eat
with all the ruckus.

What's coming in?

Oh, that's our monthly food supply van.

What a day to deliver!

I'll look into it.

The inspector will receive the hotel's
vegetable supply?

What if they return
to the lobby?

Then no one can receive it.
Everyone's in character.

- The hotel manager can.
- That's true.

Keep an eye on them, Ganesh.

Just chill.

Ready to order, sir?

There's a strike outside.

Will the fish be fresh?

It's not like that, sir.

What is it like, then?

- The fish will be fresh.
- Which fish will be fresh?

- Hilsa, carp--
- Prawns?

Yes, prawns are available.

Prawns cook really fast, don't they?

Sir, that entirely depends
on the preparation.

Like prawns steamed in tender coconut
will take more time.

Oh! That's exactly what I wanted.

Sure, sir.

And for madam,
if you can get some boneless hilsa...

Yeah, I can't remove the bones at all.

Ma'am, sir,
it'll take a little longer then.

Take your time.

There's a strike going on.
What's the rush?

Sure, sure, sure.

We'll serve with some rice.

Thank you.

I need to use the washroom.

Okay.

We'll only get the scraps...

And you'll gorge on hilsa and prawn?

Rudra?

Pull up a close-up of the girl
on the master frame.

Isn't she beautiful?

You can fall in love with her every day.

Wrong number, Ganesh!

See how Mr. Botuk is hitting on
your Leena.

Damn it!

Bloody fake doctor!

I just parked him in his room.
How did he crawl out...

That's how it works, Ganesh.

Leena is a champion player too!

Yesterday, complimented me in English.

She told me,
"Ganesh, you're indispend-indispo--"

- Indispensable.
- Yeah, that's it.

Next time, call before you come.

I won't be coming again.

The regular delivery guy has gone home.
So I'm here.

- He'll return after the 10th--
- It's okay, hurry up.

Ma'am, I heard
that they shoot films here.

But this is a hotel.

You got the wrong information.
It's definitely a hotel.

I was wondering why
a shoot would need so many veggies--

You don't have to wonder.
You can go now.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Open up the back.

Are you looking for something?

No, nothing.
You may leave.

- Okay, move.
- Come on.

Hurry up.

I introduced a new character
for her.

Added so many activities
to increase her visibility.

- And she was good.
- You shut up.

I did it all overnight
but what is the result?

Rubbish! What is the point?

What's this?

What else?
They're gorging on hilsa and prawn.

Give me the wide frame
of the restaurant.

F--k, f--k, f--k!

You are absolutely worthless!

But they were right there...

Today's white turns black tomorrow

And the black turns grey day after

All that's good today has disappeared

I want to go back to yesterday

What is the puzzle of life trying to tell us?

What are these questions crawling all over us?

Come and witness our hidden past

Come and see us shaken to our core

They won't let us fly
They've clipped our wings

We must break free
Now that our back is against the wall

Whatever dangers life throws at us
With the burning rage inside us

With bruises and scars we face them

We're not turning back
Let the storm come

The wraths of time
has made us shed tears of blood

Thinking about where we went wrong
What was our fault?

We are not allowed to cry
even if we have to pay life's price

Come and witness our hidden past

Come and see us shaken to our core

They won't let us fly
They've clipped our wings

We must break free
Now that our back is against the wall

Come and witness our hidden past

Come and see us shaken to our core

They won't let us fly
They've clipped our wings

We must break free
Now that our back is against the wall

Come and witness our hidden past

Come and see us shaken to our core

They won't let us fly
They've clipped our wings

We must break free
Now that our back is against the wall

Any point going there?

Let's check, at least.

Let's go.

Hey, kid!

- What's up?
- Where's the police station?

- Police station?
- Don't you have one?

Of course, we do.

Go straight, take a left.
Then a right.

Thank you.

Come here.

There they are.
Come on!

Our Avik and Tista!

Nulo was right!

- They're so good-looking even in real life.
- Can I take a picture, sir?

Are you shooting here?

Obviously. Look at their clothes.
They're shooting in the village.

Will you eat something?

Pushpo, can you get some sweets?

Yes, I'll get them.

Hey, it's going to start soon.
Let's watch it with them.

Yes, let's!

Ask them if they have time.

Yes, they do.
Today is our lucky day!

- You both come with us.
- Yes, yes.

This is so incredible!

Hey, someone take a photo.

They're watching it with us!

Take my photo too.

It has started!

AVIK

TISTA

'FIRST DATES'
EPISODE 49

Hello?
What's going on?

- What?
- Why are you staring?

Just like that.

What do you mean?
Let me see.

- No, no, no...
- Let me see...

You can't draw without asking.

Did you ask for my permission?

Really? Why?

Amitabh Bachchan appears in front
of his waiting fans every Sunday.

So many people take his photo,
sketch him...

Am I Amitabh Bachchan?

You're not, right?
Then where's the problem?

Please take a seat.
It won't take me long.

Ma'am, should I serve this here?

Please do and pull the chair up.

Madam will sit. Please...

If you stay angry
the mood of the drawing will change.

That won't be nice.

Please have your eggs.

They might hatch
if you leave them for too long.

Are you a professional artist?

I'm...

a tissue paper artist.

I'm not asking for your consent.
You can keep that.

If you don't like it,
you can use it and throw it away.

- I thought you were doing it for yourself...
- No, no.

Your face is now imprinted
on my brain.

That won't be erased.

Can we sit outside?

So many eggs around...
Seems like we're in a chicken farm.

Chicken...

We have to leave.

They wanted to go
to the police station.

Police staion?
Why?

Is everything alright?

Yes, everything's alright.

First, we need to return
to the hotel once.

Hotel?

It's where they're staying
for the shoot.

Am I right?

Can you arrange for a car?

Certainly.

Chicken farmer and assassin.

That can be a great love story.

Welcome back.

What have you done to us?

Gifted you new lives.

Turned you into superstars overnight.

I'm sure you've understood that
in the last few hours.

But who gave you the right?

You did.

Come with me.

Come.

For a long time...
I was looking for people like you.

Why couldn't you just get two actors?

Why did you have to do all this?

Actors?

Acting means to forget yourself.

But no one can forget themselves
once the camera is on.

But this is wrong.

You have pushed us into a fake world
without our knowledge.

Children believe
what their parents tell them.

They never question them.

This rock is God.
Worship it.

Eat this animal but not that one.

History books label some people as good
and some as bad.

Do we ever challenge it?

The Mahabharata's Arjuna who fooled everyone
was hailed a superhero...

and Karna, who was always wronged,
was a supervillain.

We are being hypnotised
from the moment we are born.

The world around us is as doctored
as the world around you.

We will go outside
and create our own world.

"We" who?

Abhishek and Taposhi?

Abhiroop and Tripti?

Or is it Abhijit and Trina?

Who are you?

You guys need to know.

What happened 10 years back...

when destiny brought you two together.

It was May 22nd, 2010.

The Mangalore-bound
Air India Express flight from Dubai...

...was just about to take off.

All passengers are requested
to keep their seatbelts fastened...

and not to open the overhead bins.

All passengers are requested
to keep their seatbelts fastened...

and not to open the overhead bins.

Cabin crew take your seats for take off.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Hi!

Hello.

You want the newspaper?

No, no...

You're a Bengali?

You too?

Great!

Actually, I...

feel a little scared
on an aeroplane.

That's no big deal.

At least 30% of the people
on this flight are scared.

And 10% are very anxious.

How did you know?

I'm a commerce graduate
but studied statistics in school.

Let me also tell you that the chances
of this flight crashing are...

One in 11 million.

Really?

I had no idea.

No one here looks nervous.

Because they're all good actors.

Do you mean to say
I'm a poor actor?

No.
You don't look nervous either.

It seems like you're happily returning home.

That's actually true.

You're a complete psychic!

- Avik.
- Tista.

That means you sing well.

I'd sing for you but this venue is...

not ideal.

I'm not even sure I'll play cricket
for a living.

One day you'll play for India.

Mark the words of this psychic.

You can draw as well?

Your sketch would be here.

I had walked once on the ramp in college.

It was quite painful.

Beauty and poetry are born
out of pain.

Their glory, our gain.

Good morning, ladies
and gentlemen.

In a few minutes,
we're going to start our decent towards Mangalore.

We're running on time...

- You're a magician!
- What did I do?

- You're a magician!
- What did I do?

You made me forget
we've been flying all this while.

Sometimes, if we have the right company,
our life also becomes a smooth ride.

Is this a statistical fact too?

These things
are beyond science and statistics.

Only the heart knows
how the heart feels.

Oh, fish!

We're nearly there.

I don't count my chickens
before they hatch.

You only have to act again.

I can't do this.

Look at me.

Look at me!

You're not alone.

I'm here with you.

We are in this together.

That's for today.
What about next time?

If we want, not just for today...

But even tomorrow...
and day after...

We can always be around
for each other.

- Please sit down. Please take your seat.
- Please sit down.

- Please sit down.
- Please don't stand up.

- Please listen to us.
- Sit down, please.

- Don't panic. Everything's fine.
- Please sit down, don't stand up.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand!

Even if the landing went fine...

the pilot had overshot the runway
by mistake...

The aircraft rolled off
the cliff and...

it immediately caught fire.

Out of 160 passengers
and six crew members, only...

eight survived.

And of those eight...

two people lost their memory.

Both of you had refused me
at first.

You in Mangalore.
You in Delhi.

You both believed
that you would get back your memory.

But then...

after quite a few years...

you guys agreed.

And I finally got my two actors...

who don't even remember themselves.

But I won't stop you anymore.

But when this hypnosis wears off...

you will not remember
who you are.

You will not remember each other.

When you'd gained consciousness
after the crash...

you'll be in that helpless,
lost state.

But...

But if you choose to stay here...

you'll meet each other tomorrow...

as two new individuals.

You'll meet for sure.

But what if we don't feel anything
for each other tomorrow?

If we don't...

If we don't fall in love?

That hasn't happened yet.

No matter how you're brainwashed...

you always fall in love.

Every time.

Every day.

Think about what you'll do.

All the best.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand!

Open Sesame?

Hi! Abhinandan.

My name is Torsha.

LOVE
NOW & FOREVER