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 guns.
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 gun 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 the 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?
Yes, 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.
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?
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.
...and concentrate on the South Asian Games in December.
Sir.
This is to celebrate Ganesan sir's promotion.
Thank you.
-South Asian 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. That 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 killing 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 make 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 open 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 exploded 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 Dhaka's Orient Pearl 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 cocktail.
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 and go to...
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 dessert.
Come on, let's go.
-Let's go. Let's go. -Hi, Myra.
Myra.
Does 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.
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 fuck are you?
Don't try to act smart. You police?
Why gun? You police?
No, no, no, no, they are with us.
-Dad. -Gun on the floor. You...
Madhu, Raza, guns down.
Back off.
Dad.
-Brij. Brij! -Go back. I shoot.
-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 bullet 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 to exit?
Who's there?
Go.
Go to your mother.
Go!
You bastard! You are not supposed to hurt him.
This was only a fake kidnapping. Remember?
It needed to look real.
You crazy motherfucker!
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 has failed.
Hello? Hello, ma'am?
Fuck!