Bestseller (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - A bestseller, an author and two fans! - full transcript

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If it works, it's magic.

If it doesn't,

it's a disaster.

So, I've decided
that I won't be a disaster.

I will create that magic.

I don't care if the world sees that
magic or not, one person should see it.

Tahir Wazir.

- Tahir sir!
- Tahir sir!

Tahir sir, what's your take
on Meetu Mathur's murder?

What is your statement
against this murder case?

Towards your right, sir.



Were you having an affair
with Meetu Mathur?

- Have you committed this murder?
- Sir, you must answer!

Tahir sir, we want the answer!

Were you having an affair
with Meetu Mathur?

RAAND, SAAND, SEEDHI, SANYASI

Madam.

This has been the most popular book
for the last ten years.

But the title is very strange.

Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.

What a title. Cheap!

It's not cheap.

It's poet Kabir's couplet.

"Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi.

Save yourselves from them,
and you shall enjoy the city of Kashi."



Okay.

"Raand" refers to a widow.

People always misinterpret the meaning.

I see…

but the film's title was
totally different.

Have you watched it?
In that, Arjun tells Ganga…

Ganga is not impure
because of someone's sins.

What are you saying? Really?

Yeah, you have a problem, man.
You're on this winning streak.

And?

Sanjay, I…

I'm not able to believe it.

Why?

I feel we didn't achieve
anything great this year.

This is the problem with you.

You're just too harsh on yourself.

You don't believe me, fine. At least,
believe what the industry is saying.

I mean, you won the EEGA
two times in a row.

The third year, you are even nominated.

That says something, MK.

Sanjay, I…

I seriously couldn't have
done it without you.

Oh, come on now!
Don't give me the credit.

You know our relationship, right?
You win the awards, I throw the parties.

And this time, there's going to be
a serious booze party.

Big-time booze!

You and booze…

- Sanjay, you are crazy!
- Hey, booze is revenge on life.

Savita, get the door.
Sir would have come.

- He forgot his keys.
- Okay, ma'am.

Switch off the TV,
or else he'll scold you.

Listen, Sanjay,
I'll have to call you back.

Tahir has come.

Savita, put this on charging.

Where is madam?

She's in the balcony,
speaking on the phone.

Tahir!

You won't believe
what just happened!

- Sanjay called and he said that...
- Just top it up.

Top it up, please.

Thank you.

These fucking editors, man!

They can't become writers,
and become editors!

And you should see her audacity.
She gives me a review of my first book.

"Oh, Tahir!
I'm your big fan, you see, but…

I've got people over me."

Give me a break, Goddamn it!

I agree, my first book
was an epic disaster.

But come on,
was it necessary to remind me of that?

Yes, I didn't write anything for ten years
after the success of Raand, Saand…

What? Is it necessary
to remind that too?

Come on, Tahir.

Sukanya is on your side.

I mean, even she has bosses.

I'm sure she would've got some
pressure from the publishing head.

- Oh, Mayanka…
- And don't forget,

she got you a signing amount
of ten million rupees.

Whose side are you on,
by the way?

No, please tell me,
whose fucking side are you on?

Of course yours, Tahir.

Listen, you make
an ad of 30 seconds.

It takes barely
two minutes of brainwork.

What do you know about
writing a full-fledged book?

I mean, it's tough.

Why is he calling again?

You were just talking to him, right?

What can be so important
to call again?

Anyways…

you were saying something.

Nothing important.

You know, nobody can understand.
It's hell to write.

It's not an easy job
to write a bloody book.

It's not like a story is
waiting for you at the door.

And you open the door,
pick it up and you come inside.

Shalu!

Shalu!
Open the door, please!

It's 8:20 a.m.

Shalu!

What?

You're a tenant, not a PG!

If you ever repeat this…

I will chuck you out of this house!

I told you, right?

No entry after 11:30 p.m.
Don't you get it?

Please, Shalu. I am getting late.

It's my first day of work.

In the last two months, this is
the fourth time you've said that.

You don't get a proper job, and you
haven't paid rent since two months!

What about that?

I won't lose this job.
And I will pay the rent too.

Listen to me.

I too came to this city
to become a star.

But I couldn't.

But I work and earn money.

I go to office during the day
and I do shoots at night.

Double work, double shift,
I do everything.

I know that.

Listen, Meetu, I'm warning you!

This won't work.

That girl from the costume department
is searching for a place on rent.

If you don't pay the rent today,
I will bring her here.

Don't know from where
these people come!

Free food and free stay
for two months!

I'm not running a charity house here!

Meetu! If you don't get the rent,
don't dare enter the house today.

Yes, Shalu! I will get it!

Hi, Siddharth, this side.

My height, 5'9. My age, 21.

This is my left profile.

- This is my right profile.
- So, what do you think?

And this is my full-frontal profile.

Siddharth, this side?

Like, really?

Tell him to stay
the fuck that side only!

You just brought the first struggler
you found, right?

Come on, be kind.

One is trying to change
the face of advertising here,

and you bring this... Fuck off!

And what are you trying to do with me?
Bringing these losers…

Hi.

What part of "fuck off"
did you not get?

I think everything.

Parth, this is Mayanka.
Mayanka, this is Parth...

Acharya. Parth Acharya.

- Parth Acharya.
- May I?

Thank you.

Hi.

Meet our new executive intern.

Gawde's recommendation,
I told you about him.

Where did you work earlier?

G&M.

You got fired?

No.

I quit.

- Really?
- Yes.

Holding a reflector

was not part of my job description.

And how do you know
it won't happen here?

You would've heard
about my reputation.

It's worse here.

Maybe, but somehow I feel…

I can handle it here.

Optimistic.

Well, try not to
fuck this up, okay?

Sure, ma'am.
Thank you so much.

What?

Nothing.

Well…

actually, the thing is, ma'am…

I have always admired your work.

And I've also seen your showreel.

I could see glimpses of big filmmakers
like Wong Kar Wai and Tarkovsky.

But your coffee table has
the book of Tahir Wazir. I mean…

This is not good…

coffee.

Don't you like
Tahir Wazir's writing?

Who likes it, ma'am?

Young people of today
have zero sense of good writing.

Those who haven't read
a single book of a decent author.

I mean, I'm sure someone…

must have given it to you as a gift.
That's why it's here.

- Maybe.
- Just…

get me a cup of coffee
from the cafe downstairs, okay?

And call the IT guy, please.

I am pretty good at IT myself, ma'am.

I can do it, really.

I can do anything related to IT.

There's a laptop over there.
Brand new.

Install all the writing software in it.

Thank you!

Hi, one espresso on ice, please.

One espresso on ice.

Oh, I'm sorry.

One. Single shot. Espresso. Ice.

- Tahir… Tahir Wazir?
- Yes.

I'm your very big fan, sir.

Alright, okay.

When is your next book coming, sir?

Very soon.

And you have the advantage
over me right now.

Sir?

- Hey!
- Good morning, Mr. Wazir.

- Help out here, please?
- Sure.

Meetu.

One pic, sir.

Meetu…

afterwards.

- Sir, your usual?
- Yes.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Wow!

Fuck-up on the very first day.

Forget your advance.

Give it at table number five.

Yes, sir?

Thank you.

Thanks.

Welcome, sir.

You're hovering over me.

Your novel.

I feel you have penned my story, sir.

First edition.

Are you a fan?

Has your life changed
after reading my book?

Or… have you become a writer too and…

your first book will create
a sensation in the publishing world?

A film will be made
on it. No, not a film!

A web series for Amazon. Right?

You want me to read this script…

and recommend you.

Am I right?

Will you do something?

Sure, sir.

It's not about writing.

This.

Clean it.

It's what you get paid for.

Alright?

Sorry, sir.

There's a story, sir.

Three chapters.

The first one…

my dad in my childhood…

And this one…

this story is in progress.

And the second?

Murder.

Murder?

Who did it?

I did it.

Oh, really?

And yet, you are not caught.

That is the story, sir.

By the way…

incidents like these happen
every day in this city.

In Rajasi.

- What?
- I'm from Rajasi.

Since then, I'm your fan.

Your story, your writing,
it's very different.

Like…

it captures the essence of my pain.

You…

came to Mumbai just to meet me?

People come to Mumbai
to meet Amitabh Bachchan,

Shah Rukh Khan, Salman Khan.

But they don't know me.

Wow! Okay.

And you came to Mumbai thinking
you will certainly meet me, right?

No, I mean…

I came here and then…

I started working here.

You come here every day, right?

I have written a story too.

I learned the art of writing from you.

Someday, I wish to become
Tahir Wazir myself.

Sorry.

That's my email.

Email your story, okay?

Sir!

Sir! One minute.

My phone number.

What did you just say, sir?

I'm giving you a job offer.

Email me what you wrote.

I will go through it.
If I like it, you can work with me.

- Thank you.
- Don't get too excited.

First, send your work.
You'll get the job only if it's good.

Sure.

By the way,
you're missing an earring.

Sorry, sir?

One of your earrings is missing.

- Right side.
- Oh!

Bye, sir. Bye.

Hi, Meetu.

Look, our costume department girl, Himani.

Say hi, she's my tenant.

If you don't bring the rent today, Meetu,

she will be in and you will be out.

Understood?

Roll sound!

Rolling.

Roll camera!

Rolling.

A20, shot 1, take 1.

And…

action.

- The washing machine is hardly seen.
- Cut! Cut! Cut!

- Shot has to change.
- Let's see.

Let's raise the camera a bit, okay?

Let's frame it a little higher.

Excuse me, touch up?

- Mayanka ma'am.
- Yes?

I was looking at the frame from behind.

I feel the washing machine
is not to be seen.

How about changing the lens
and taking the camera closer?

- Do you want to direct?
- Sorry?

Well, if you know better,
you direct it.

I will go home.

No, ma'am, I didn't mean to...

Vik!

Can you show the final frame
to our genius AD?

So, this is the secret
behind my happy life.

Jib down!

Look.

Final frame.

It's looking good.

Get out!

- I'm really sorry, ma'am.
- Get out of my set!

Thank you.

Can we do this?

WHAT OTHER TALENTS DO YOU HAVE?

"Give me a chance,
I will prove myself."

How's the wind blowing?

Sir?

You are flying high. So, I thought
of asking you how's the wind there.

It's your first day.

Fly, but carefully.

Or else you'll fall flat on your face.

Are you coming inside?

Yes, sir. I'll be right there.

42,000 rupees.

But these are diamonds...

They're very good.

But nobody buys diamonds
in the market.

That's why I'm giving you gold's worth.

Well, it's your decision.
Take it or leave it.

Balram!

Give her 42,000 rupees.

Please don't sell it immediately.
I will come back and buy it.

I can't guarantee that.

Thing is…

this is someone's valuable belonging.

I will try.

But if a buyer comes,

I'll have to sell it, right?

Here's 20,000 rupees.
Two months' rent.

Hey, woman!

Where did you get
so much money from?

Have you started the naughty job?

- Shalu.
- Yes?

- I met him today.
- Who?

Tahir Wazir!

Thank you.

Come on, keep that cheer going!
Mayanka!

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello, I'm good.

Here you go!

Oh, hello!

Thank you.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

By the way, Sanjay…

doesn't even drink wine, but…

he pops the champagne bottle in style.

Mayanka ma'am.
Cheers!

Hey! Come!

Meet him.

He's a big fan of yours.

Two fans in one day.

Wait!

This is Parth Acharya,
our team's new member.

And he loves your books a lot.

Mayanka ma'am.

You're trapping me.

Am I missing something here?

He doesn't like your books at all!

And yet, you hired him?

Big deal.
What difference does it make?

Even I didn't like my first book.

Excuse me.

Shit!

Want to go home?

Please.

I really wanna go home.

And I need my own drink.
This is shit!

Let's go.

Okay.

Two fans in one day?

You were saying,
two fans in one day.

Shall I explain at home?

Not getting a single original thought.

Wannabe Chetan Bhagat.

Wannabe…

still a genius.

No Hindi novel has been
translated into so many languages

Well…

nothing after that for ten years.

A writer's block like this?

Well, you had one before.

But you overcame it, right?

You created magic after that.

Aren't you reading the same?

Yep.

Mayanka, please do it
with both hands.

Well, that's not possible.

Why?

Fully charged, pre-loaded
and already logged in.

Whoa!

Does it know to write as well?

No, that's something you know.

Please, God! A little signal.

I promise I will offer milk
to You on Monday.

God, just make him read it.

If he likes it, I promise I will
do a 16-Monday ritual for You.

"Everybody questions me.

But my answer is always the same.

Those who don't do anything,
do wonders."

- Something new?
- Yeah.

But I didn't write this.

This is by that other fan.

Any good?

Who cares about her writing?

Just kidding.

You know what?
She said she killed someone.

- What?
- Yeah!

Are you serious?

Yes.

What's so funny, Tahir?

You're saying she's your fan,
and she committed a murder.

Who's she?
Some psycho bitch?

Who is she?

She's a story herself!

Who did she kill?

No idea.

Mayanka, relax!

Don't think so much.

There's one chapter
of childhood in her story.

It's about physical abuse and murder.

Can you imagine
where these took place?

Take a wild guess. You can't.

It happened in Rajasi!

Rajasi!

You get it now?

It could be a sequel.

Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi 2.0

Come on!

Tahir!

So, is she giving this story to you?

Something like that.

That day, Seema ended
her bond with Rajasi,

and began a new chapter in her life

with Mahesh in the Himalayas.

A new light,

new happiness,

a new chapter.

Meetu.

Meetu Mathur.

Chapter one!