All language subtitles for www.1TamilMV.wtf - The Night Manager S01E04

He is not the local chef.
He's a night manager.

From Shimla.

There are no loopholes in his story.

Like a neatly wrapped
and ribboned gift box.

You saved my son's life.

I want to return the favour.

Stay here. Taha likes you.

Give him company.

Where are you not allowed to go?

Dad's bedroom office.

-He's got an office in his bedroom?
-Come on, Shaan!

The last time,
you were outside the pool.

This time you came right in.

But, sweetheart,
that's a no-go area.

I am teaching Taha how to cook.

We must go to the mainland
to get a few ingredients.

Keep an eye on him.

What is he doing? Who he is meeting.

You don't know? Brij uncle hates me.

He thinks I am a spy.

Shaan's got to Shelly.
But Brij is...

barking a lot.

He needs to be handled.

Sweetly.

Great day to bunk off class.

-Light one.
-Come on.

He just can't control
his urge today.

-Come on, give me one.
-Wait.

-You fucking don't know how to smoke it.
-How long will keep smoking?

-The cops are on our tail.
-Lucky, step on it.

Step on it, dickhead.
What are you doing?

Faster. Hurry up.

-Get everyone out. Come on.
-Yes, sir.

-Come on.
-Come out.

This is a narcotics raid!

What's in the soft drink?

-It's just a soft drink.
-Check them properly.

Check their cigarettes.
Check for weed.

-We don't have anything, sir.
-Check their pockets.

-I don't have anything, sir.
-Quickly.

What's in your jacket?

Sir, look. Cocaine.

-Sir, sir...
-Whose is this?

Sir, I swear on my mother,
this isn't mine.

We found this in your pocket,
and you say this isn't yours.

Whose is this?

-Sir, this isn't mine.
-Call him.

Call your father.

-I swear this isn't mine, sir.
-I said call your father!

Aren't you GV's son?

Call GV right now!

Call your father, GV, right now.

-Check everyone.
-Yes, sir.

-Soft drinks and everything.
-Sir.

Sir, how do you know my papa?

I said call him!

-Hello.
-Get my Lucky out of this trouble.

Yes, I am here.
Lucky will be fine.

What's the point
if his father is a lawyer?

-My son is innocent.
-She's right, you know.

Get my son out.
He hasn't done anything.

Your son is innocent.

But there is nothing you can do.

I can guarantee you that.

Do I know you?

28 grams of cocaine.

Possession with intent to sell.

-What nonsense is this?
-It's a non-bailable offence.

My son is not a drug dealer.

Maybe not, but you're a lawyer,
aren't you?

You know how time-consuming
these things are.

Police remand, judicial remand,
juvenile detention.

The ordeal that poor kid
will have to suffer.

Like mental torture
and emotional scarring.

Lucky is so unlucky
because you are his father.

How could you get
so involved with Shelly, GV,

that you forgot about your family?

Shelly?

Wait a minute.

I don't know Shelly professionally.

Your cards have been revealed, GV.

Well, about Shelly...

I can't say.

Don't say anything.

I don't like forcing someone's hand.

I am only giving you a choice.

Whose is it?

You can save either your son
or Shelly.

-It's up to you.
-I don't know, sir.

-Whose was it?
-I don't know.

What do you want?

Brij Pal.

Do you know him?

Shelly's right-hand man.

Right.

That's what we got to change.

THE SWEET ROUTE

Come on, everybody.

Let's play a game.

This is an old
ancient Egyptian game.

Three cups and a ball.

It's a simple game.

You have to point out
which cup the ball is under.

All of you concentrate, okay?
All of you.

-You gonna say it.
-That one.

It's not there.

-Myra.
-That one.

It's not there.
Taha.

This cup.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

You know, there are some games

where no one wins
except for the dealer.

This is a card trick, okay?

Ready.

What happened?

All okay, amigo?
What are you looking for?

My phone. I can't find it.

Did you lose it?

What do you think, Taha?

Fish market?

Speedboat?

No, I remember
I had it when we got back.

Taha.

Chill, you'll get a new phone.

Mom calls on that number.

If she can't get through to me,
she will call Dad.

Listen.

Don't worry. We'll find it.

Everyone's missing you at the party.
You go, I'll look for it.

Promise?

Promise.

Okay.

Go, go, go.

Come on.

Give the phone to Ahan.

Give the phone to Ahan.

I am running out of time.

Three places
I am not allowed to go. The bar,

the surveillance room

and Dad's bedroom office.

Sorry.

Taha couldn't find his phone.
He thought maybe it was here.

Sorry, Kaveri.

What could I tell Shelly?

I couldn't get Bargati myself.

Come on, GV.

We organised this entire party
for Bargati.

I know.

I mean, this shit is nothing
without him.

One sec.

What's the problem?

-No funds or--
-Does Bargati lack funds?

This time he is interested.

After all, we gave him fantastic
returns in the past two years.

Exactly!

So, where's the problem?

The problem is something else, Jayu.

BJ?

His drinking habits,
his preferences

is far too modern for Bargati.

It's a good thing he isn't here.

Otherwise, after seeing this,

this deal would've been off
long ago.

Listen,

don't you have anyone else?

No.

Pureways Agro.

-What?
-The entire company is in his name.

Look, if we let this guy
front this deal,

the chances of this deal
going through are zero.

Trust me on that.

But I'll have to talk to Shelly.

Shelly, look at him.
Leave me alone, guys.

Don't touch me.

Hi.

You shouldn't have seen me
like that today.

I am sorry.

I didn't know you were changing.

I don't care who sees me naked.

I do care who sees me crying.

You didn't see that, okay?

Wanna swim?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Live a little, Shaan.

Wish me luck, BJ.

This plan doesn't make sense.

I could have gone with you.

Why a day later?

And I also made plans for Riyadh.

BJ, let us handle the formalities.

You show up for the signing.

And stay for as long as you
want after the meeting.

-Do whatever you want.
-Fuck off, man!

BJ.

BJ, listen.

Why are you sulking, Taha?

I wanted to make you dinner.

Shaan and I even decided
a special menu.

It's all our favourite things
from Nukka Gama.

We were supposed to cook it
last night.

I will be back in two days.

Would love to have a welcome dinner.

Okay? Now smile.

Smile.

I hope you're not sulking.

No.

What do you want from Riyadh?

Just you.

Sorry, baby, sorry, sorry.

Myra wouldn't let me go.

-Just going for a day or two.
-Jayu, let's go.

Let's go.

Fuck!

How long has it been going on?

Is it that obvious?

The unfortunate fate
of a night manager.

We can see things
we don't want to see.

Forgive me.
It's none of my business.

No, no.

It's okay.

I am going to fire
that bitch right away.

Then everything will be fine.

Maybe.

But closing your eyes
won't fix anything.

A Feast of Vultures.

Have you read this book?

Not yet, sir.

It's an incredible book.

It's got a fascinating story.

For years, a farmer kept
sending applications

to build a road in his village.

He kept sending them repeatedly.

Years passed, but to no avail.

Finally, one day a government officer
took pity on him and said,

"The road's already been built.

"The money's been spent.

"But only on paper."

It's an interesting story, sir.

You know Kaushal, don't you?

From your Uzbekistan desk.

Yes.

Even he's waiting for the road
to be built.

He has received funds.

Only on paper.

These...

are some handwritten entries.

Rs. 2.7 million.

Rs. 3 million.

Rs. 3 million!

This is the public's money.

Drink some tea.

Even this is the public's money.

The road is being built
till the Maldives and Kazakhstan.

But why do I feel, Danish Khan,

that the road is leading
towards Lanka?

And the only traveller
is your old friend...

What's her name?

Lipika Saikia Rao, sir.

Lipika Saikia Rao.

Yes, her.

Where could she be heading?

Any idea?

I will look into it right away, sir.

What's written here?

That I am a fool.

Stop her.

Her career is over.

But I assure you

it will be the end of the road
for you as well.

-Shubham.
-Checking, sir.

-Careful with that!
-Anand, find anything?

No, sir. Nothing yet.

-What the...
-Sir.

Lipi, who are these people?

They opened the locker also.

-This looks like a compliance report.
-What's going on?

That's my office laptop, sir.

You can't open it like that.

-It has confidential files in it!
-Naren.

-Mr. Saikia, let us do our job.
-Come on, man.

Sir, that's a pickle recipe
that you're checking.

Notice?

-From Department--
-I know what department you are from.

What does it say?

"Misappropriation of funds."

-Seriously?
-Yes, yes, yes.

-Sir, those are my bank documents.
-Naren. Naren.

They opened our personal locker.

This person broke the locker open.

Can you beat that?

Sir, that folder has
my client information. Be careful!

Careful. Please.

Hurry up.

-Hi.
-My place has been raided.

-Yours too?
-Yes.

Amazing. Be a good host now.

If we have unwanted guests
in the house,

we must be doing something correct.

We are running out of time.
Hope your boy has a plan.

Okay, chef. Let's get down to work.

Let's start with
simple recipes first.

Devilled prawns and mashed potatoes.

Prawns?

I will make the prawns.
Mashed potatoes are yours.

-Perfect.
-Okay.

Taha...

BJ and I are going riding.

You wanna come?
Ooh... what's cooking?

No, no, no,
you're not supposed to be here.

-Okay. Okay.
-You're not supposed to be here.

I cannot reveal the menu
of my secret special dinner.

-Fine.
-Okay.

-We'll be back soon.
-Bye.

Okay.

So we cut it in half.

Now we'll add water.

And then we'll add salt.

Okay.

-This?
-Yup. Fill it up.

Now we'll set the microwave
to 12 minutes and put it in.

I'll set it.

I know how to use the microwave.

Okay, do it.

Done?

Done.

And your potatoes are done.

-Simple?
-Simple.

Now, some devilled prawns.

-Come on.
-Okay.

You don't mind spice, do you?

No.

Taha, did you leave a spoon
or fork in the microwave?

No, I don't think so.

Okay, come on. Let's go.
Let's get out of here.

Turn off the main switch.

Switch off the mains.

It's been disabled.

Tell me when it has
to be switched on again.

-Go, go. Hurry up.
-Yes, sir.

What are you doing here?

There was a fire, so I was checking

if everything was okay.

You're lying.

This is the second time.

What are you doing?

Fuck! Were you in
Shelly's private study?

How dare you?

This is our private bedroom.
Shelly will--

Yes, I was in there!

I am here to get my passport.

I want out of here.

I didn't find my passport,

but I did find something else.

Shelly's truth.

Who he is, what he does.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Your Shelly is not a businessman.

He's an illegal arms dealer.

If you don't believe me,
see for yourself.

The study is open.

Found your watch?

Oh...

What's going on?

Saw smoke here,

-so I was checking--
-I called him here.

I could smell something strange.

I was worried.

Please get out.

You and I locked in a room.

And the key goes missing.

Young blood.

Mistakes happen.

But I warned you, sweetheart.

You see,

I like Kaveri.

So, I'll be disappointed
when Shelly skins her alive.

But when it's your turn...

can't wait.

See you after I return from Riyadh.

Wow, Papa, look at that spread!
Superb!

God. I want to have papad,

and Naren keeps offering me salad.

-What are you doing?
-What are you doing?

Take some lessons from your father.

-This kori ghassi is delicious.
-Isn't it?

Perfectly spiced.

Naren cooked it.

We ordered the rest.
Papa.

Don't you cook?

No.

She does.
But I cook, and she helps me.

But it's nice.

Can I get some more?

Sarang, did you print
all the pictures?

Printing as we speak, ma'am.

Just downloading
the last two messages.

Shaan has hit a bloody jackpot.

Shelly is buying

an awful lot of agricultural
equipment from all over the world.

He can cause destruction
in every conflict zone in the world.

All of these are shell companies.

Look at this. Balance sheet.

What the hell!

So much debt.

It's the entire Sri Lankan economy.

Can you figure out
from his lifestyle

that he's on the verge
of bankruptcy?

This is why he's in Riyadh.

To get funding
from that oil mogul Bargitti.

"Bargati."

Yeah.

Ma'am,

have you seen this?

There's an Indian name

that's mentioned
in every second deal.

Seems like a code name or something.

"Indradhanush"?

Shelly has an Indian partner.

I'll check that.

Absolute pleasure doing business
with you.

And thank you so much
for translating.

Hi, Shelly.

-Hope to see you soon.
-Sir, please wait.

So, tomorrow 9 a.m.?

Yeah.

Come.

BJ darling,

how was the flight?

You look tired.

Why call me in the first place?

Because you're my star.

To sign the deal.

Why?

You seem to be impressing
Bargati without me.

BJ, please.

Bargati is a traditional man.

He's old school, outdated.

He just does not understand
your way of life.

Apparently,
he doesn't like you much,

but I love you.

If things were going my way,

I would have asked him to fuck off.

But you know how important
this deal is for us now.

Yeah, I know.

What will I have to do?

Just be Brij Pal for one night.

Let BJ take a backseat for now.

No partying, no drinking.

Until the deal isn't signed.

After that, you can be the old,
obnoxious BJ.

Woof-Woof Chief.

Come on, let's go and have some
Lebanese food.

I am not hungry, Shelly.

Some other time.

Come, guys. Let's go.

-Who is it?
-Good evening, sir.

Sir, I'll be done
in just two minutes.

Hope that's okay.

Go ahead.

Clear out the minibar.

I mean, empty the minibar.

Certainly, sir.

Sorry, sir, but you look stressed.

Sir, if you don't mind...

I am really good with massages.

I wish you had asked some other day,
sweetheart.

Today no mood.

Actually, sir,

I need money for student loans.

Sir, this extra tip
will really help me.

Please, sir.

Please, sir, try me once.

Don't worry, sir.
This won't take too long.

Can you just remove your shirt?

You're feeling better now, sir?

-A bit lower, please.
-Yeah, sir, sure.

-What happened?
-Nothing, sir. Nothing.

Here, okay, sir.

Yes, okay. Just don't stop.

Sir, here.
Yeah, yeah, sir. Sure.

Feeling better, sir.

Shut up!

(speaking agitatedly in Arabic)

-What's happening here?
-Come on. Wear it.

What's the problem?

-Shut up.
-What shut up?

Homosexuality is
an illegal offence here.

(continues speaking in Arabic)

Let's go!

Bloody psychopath.

You don't know
whom you are arresting.

Shut up.

Shelly.

Shelly, do something.

Shelly, please!

So, Chief, BJ is in big trouble.

The steward's blaming him.
He's saying

BJ tried to force himself on him.

One night.

I told him
no drama for just one night,

and he goes and fucks it up.

And homosexuality
is a big crime over here.

He's looking at a long jail term.

How much is that in dollars?

I can manage it in about $100,000.

Give them 1.5.

And tell them to keep that bastard
for two more days.

Jail will put some sense into him,
which I couldn't.

Chief, what are you saying?

We need BJ.

We have a meeting with
Bargati tomorrow at 9:00.

-Didn't GV tell you?
-What?

Bargati has come to know
about BJ's adventures.

What?

Bargati is gone now,
along with our deal.

Fuck!

But...

Yes, sir.

Must be something urgent.

Absolutely.

You are in danger.

A couple of tourists are
trying to sightsee your world.

Be careful.

Let them.

I'll take them for a ride.

Don't take it lightly, Shelly.

I am not.

I am...

replacing my minister.

Okay.

So, BJ won't be joining us
for the next few meetings.

Come.

Where is Taha?

In the room.

Where is BJ?

I'll tell you later.

Let's see now.

1, 2, 3... open!

It's time, Taha.

You've earned it.

Looking good, Taha.

I've one more surprise for you.

My phone!

Murli found it near the pool.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Come on now, chef,

let's blow their minds. Okay?

How's the wine?

Delicious as ever.

It's a Berger 1972.

What are you drinking?

Champagne.

Myra, why are you so sleepy?

Wanna sleep?

Good evening, ladies and gents.

You guys are in
for a real treat tonight.

Hope you're ready to give a rousing
welcome to our guest chef.

Taha Rungta.

Where's everyone?

BJ uncle and Jayu?

Well...

BJ uncle is having his belly filled
someplace else.

But I am famished.

So can't wait.

Where is Jayu?

I think I saw him
near the children's creche.

I'll go call him.

I'll get him.

Come on.

What have you got for us?

Taha, why don't you introduce
our guest to the main course?

A rich coconutty mussel soup.

Devilled prawns.

Fragrant mackerel wrapped
in banana leaves and crabs.

All made by Shaan.

Assisted by Shaan.

And this perfect potato mash
made by me.

Potato mash.
Now, that's my favourite.

-Come on.
-Fuck off!

-The child or the child's father?
-Listen, I know I fucked up.

What do you mean "go out"?

-Please listen to me.
-Who were you babysitting?

-My husband or my child?
-Mrinal, I know I fucked up.

Get out.

Get out!

Take a cab and go home.

I fucked up.

You want to humiliate me?

I deserve it, but please--

You deserve much more.

The kids are upstairs.

Come, guys, come.

Meet Jayu.

My husband here
fucks around like a leech!

He was fucking a babysitter.

A babysitter, for God's sake.

This man has no shame.

No shame at all!

What do you think?

I... I don't understand anything?

-Sorry--
-Shut up!

Now you know what?
First, I am gonna tell Dad

that his glorified son-in-law
is no businessman!

He's not
a white-collared businessman.

He and his friends are bloody...

-You have blood on your hands!
-Mrinal!

Fuck!

Listen, I am sorry.

Fuck. Here.

Take this.

I am leaving with Myra.

Mrinal.

Chief has called you.

A gift for you.

Shantanu Sengupta, Joaquim Sequeira.

They are gone.

You are now

Captain Abhimanyu Mathur.

I have aged it a little.

Put some new visas on it.

New passports always come
under the scanner.

I don't know how to thank you.

You saved my son's life,
and that's priceless.

New passport, new visas

and a new life for you.

You are free to go.

Unless...

if you want to,

give me 30 days of your life.

And I'll make you so much money,
I swear to God.

You can start your life
in any corner of the world.

Then you can thank me.

If you don't want to thank me,
it's your life.

I've realised one thing about you
in the past few days.

Your plans don't depend
on anyone's decision.

Another thing I realised.

You know how to take care
of your friends.

How much money?

I like it.

You will have to sign this.

What is this?

Your own company.

I have no experience in business.

But you can sign, can't you?

Welcome to the family.

From here the story
gets much more fascinating.

This here is
Captain Abhimanyu Mathur.

He is a soldier like all of you.

You became his partner.

What do you want, Shaan?

I can't tell you the truth,
and I don't want to lie to you.

For the first time, I feel
I am where I should be.

Mixing business with pleasure.

That's not Shelly's style.

I am pulling you out. You have
compromised the entire mission.

I think you are forgetting.
I never took orders from anyone.

The walls are infested by termites.

They need to be taken care of.

Let me introduce you to my friend.

Freddie Rahman.

I am worried, Shaan.

He suspects.

He won't spare your life.

I wasn't alive anyway.

Why worry about my life now?

Who among us is leaking this?

Is it you, Shaan?