Bestseller (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Gaurav and Adya! - full transcript

Some people prefer to fold the edge
of the book page as a bookmark…

to remember how far they have reached.

It leaves a slight mark behind.

While some people
neither forget the story

nor let others forget it.

Sir!

Sir, Parth Acharya's address was fake.

He doesn't live there.

Even the address proof
provided by him was fake.

The guy has been hiding
his identity from the world.

How can we expect him
to give us the right address?



But we'll find him.

Where, sir?

Around Tahir Wazir.

Mayanka, please.
Let's go home.

Tahir, please. Not now.

I just met with Sanjay's family.

Did you really have to dump me now?

You're still thinking about yourself!

I'm not thinking about myself.
I'm thinking about us, Mayanka.

Have you ever
thought about Sanjay's mom?

Can you imagine
what she's going through?

Listen, I know and I'm sorry.
But what have I got to do with that?

Seriously?

- You're not at fault, are you?
- No!



Because that was an accident,
and I was in Mumbai.

How convenient, Tahir!

- Mayanka…
- I don't think it was an accident.

Mayanka… listen.

Mayanka ma'am! Hello!

Where are you?

I'm attending Sanjay's memorial service.

Where?

Shivaji Park.

Where is Tahir sir?

He's here with me.

Oh, great!

We need to meet.

Please come down to
Koolar Cafe, King's Circle.

Chicken kheema,
chicken kheema with egg,

chicken masala, chicken seekh kebab.
Chicken cheese kheema…

Okay.

Parth Acharya's address that we got
from your office was incorrect.

Why?

16th Road.

I dropped him off there once.

You may have,
but he doesn't live there.

But why would Parth
give the wrong address?

But Gaurav can.

Gaurav?

You know Gaurav, don't you?

No, I don't.

Gaurav Jaisingh.

Gaurav Ravindra Jaisingh.

Full name.

You know him, don't you?

Gaurav Jaisingh?

Do you know any Gaurav?

Well, he knew him as a kid.

And you know him in the "ripe" age!

What?

What do you mean?

This is…

Parth Acharya, aka
Gaurav Ravindra Jaisingh.

He formatted both your laptops.

He hacked the Tweaker handle WazirlsGod,

and changed it to WazirlsDead.

He attacked Meetu Mathur.

He was with you in Neemrana.

And he was also present when…

Sanjay was attacked.

Well, maybe you
don't know his address,

but what else do you know
about Gaurav Jaisingh, aka Parth?

You know Gaurav, don't you?

No.

Strange!

You have written the book.

You know everything.

And you told the world
everything you knew.

Why do you keep on buying this book?

So that no one else
gets their hands on it.

And I burn every copy I buy…

so that more people
don't get to read it.

You know, Gogu,
whenever I touch this book…

it triggers the pain
and reopens old wounds.

But I need it, you know. I need it.

You know what?

- What?
- You just sounded like Papa.

Did I?

Sir, we're ready.

Hello?

Hello, Professor Trehan.

Lokesh.

Did you send the message?

Yes.

I just got a reply.

So, shall we make the call?

You…

Will you…

Don't worry, everything is fine.

But remember,
you must talk to him for three minutes.

Okay?

Dial?

Okay.

Hello, uncle.

How are you, son?

I'm fine, Uncle.

How are you?

I'm fine, son.

You sound just like Ravi.

I haven't seen you in a while.

It's a good thing you called, Uncle.
It's been a while.

Kandivali, Malad, Goregaon. Standby.

I saw your text. You mentioned
you had something important to talk about.

Are you in any sort of a problem?

What?

Problem? Why would
you say that, uncle?

A police officer was here from Mumbai.

He was asking about you.

What did he say?

He said that you are
in some kind of a problem.

Are you alright?

Kandivali, standby.

All the other locations, negative!

Where is Adya?

Is she alright?

Where are you two?

Wait a minute, Uncle.

Shit!

Adya!

Sis!

Stop. Stop right here.

Listen.

Have you seen this guy?

Look closely.

Yes, sir.

Sir, that house in the front.

Come on!

Stop!

Catch him!

Rane, get him!

Hey, stop!

Sir, he's trying to escape!

Where are you running, man? Stop!

How dare you get smart with the police?

Hey, stop! Stop!

Why are you getting yourself thrashed?

Look…

we know your real identity.
We know who you are.

Tell us the truth.

And I don't like
police brutality anyway.

I hacked the handle WazirlsGod.

I am WazirlsDead.

I made all those online posts as well.

That's all.

I've not done anything else.

What about the attack on Meetu Mathur
and Sanjay's murder?

You didn't do that?

No. Nothing.

He…

After what that fucker Tahir Wazir
did to us…

the fear and embarrassment
that we had to face because of him…

I was just returning him the favor.

I wanted him to go through
the kind of ordeal we went through.

We?

Where is your sister Adya Jaisingh?

I don't know, sir.

The last time we talked,

she was in Delhi.

What about that thin girl

who has been living in your apartment

for the past couple of days?

Who is she?

Sir…

that was someone else.

The secretary of the building told me
that only family members are allowed.

So, I lied that she is my sister.

You see, I've been
single for a very long time.

We met on a dating app.

So, she came over to spend
some time with me on the weekend.

Just to have a good time, you know.

- Come on.
- Why did you arrest me?

Quiet! Keep walking!

Two days in jail will set you straight!

Throw him in jail.

Why did you bring me here?

Hello, Meetu.

Sir. Hello, sir.

I saw the news.
Did you find him?

Yes, we did.
But he won't say anything.

It's good that you're here.

Once you identify him, we'll have a case.

Don't be scared.
It will only take a minute. Come.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey!

Get up!

Take your time.
There's no hurry.

Yes, sir.

That's… that's him.

He hit me with the belt.
That's him.

No, I…

Quiet!

Just keep quiet.

You're done for.

Sorry.

Imagine the lies you've said.

You forgot about the footage
that you had sent after the hacking.

How long will you manage
to keep the truth from us?

Few hours from now,

we will search your house.

I wonder what all
we are going to find there.

Now you feel like a real
limping man, don't you?

Thank you.

Hello.

Where to? Sign here.

There must be kids
under the age of two living here.

What are their flat numbers?

301 and 107.

Okay. Thank you.

- Sir.
- Yes?

Was there a problem here?

Madam, just do your job and leave.

Why?

I'm sorry.

That's all you have to say?

The things you did to us…

Not to you, I didn't.

Whatever I did was with him.

And Sanjay?

Collateral damage?

Mayanka, that was an accident.

That was not an accident.
He didn't drink wine.

Mayanka, that was an accident.
I'm not a killer.

I'm not like Tahir Wazir!

RAAND, SAAND, SEEDHI, SANYASI
TAHIR WAZIR

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Listen, you whore!
Get out of Mussoorie!

Who is this?

I know you are the whore from that book!
What are you doing in Mussoorie?

Get out of here!

No one answers my calls at your office.
And when they do, they hang up on me!

Please do something.
No, I don't…

Give me a direct contact number.

Give me your publisher
Sukanya Nair's contact number.

Mama!

Two weeks later, Papa passed away too.

I know we lied.

But not everything was a lie.

Me being with you was not a lie.

We had to take an oath
when we were kids.

We just fulfilled that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ma'am!

Sudha killed herself.

What?

And her 14-year-old son found her body.

Ravindra wrote you several letters.

He sent you emails and made phone calls.

And one day…

less than a month later,
he passed away too.

Wow!

Tahir, you left an amazing
body count behind you.

And you know what…
what the best part is?

You are not done yet!

Now you're after Meetu for her story.

- No.
- And one day,

when your next book
based on her life gets published…

she will also be found somewhere…

lying somewhere…

dead!

Mayanka, I'm sorry.

I'm not a killer.

Please come back home.

Everyone doesn't come back.

Some go away quietly.

Sudha…

Ravindra…

Sanjay.

But this boy has come back.

- Would you blame him?
- But…

I'm the victim here.

No!

See from my perspective.

You're a bloody monster.

There's nothing we can say
about this case to anyone.

It doesn't matter.

Sir…

they told me to meet Gokhale sir.

Are you the one?

My husband's in the lock-up.
He was arrested earlier today.

I want to meet him.

Take me to him.

Come on.

Madam, not there.

The one who was
brought in today is over there.

Yes.

What did you do, man?

- What?
- What?!

Don't you care about me?

It's all my fault.

You cause me pain and make me suffer.

But I don't let the wound heal!

Do you understand?

Once you're found guilty,
the police won't beat you up.

Do you understand?

You've been arrested for hacking.

We have a lawyer.
Everything will be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

Hey, what the fuck are you saying?

You fucker!

You mess things up and get us in trouble!

You get released, get me pregnant
and get arrested again!

Who the fuck are you?

You fucker!
Who the hell do you think you are?

Let me show you!

- Sir, this woman's crazy...
- Yeah, whatever! I'm leaving.

- Get lost!
- Sir, keep inside. Don't let him out.

What are you saying?

You wait and watch!
It's only a matter of one hour!

- What will you do in an hour?
- One hour!

Sir!

Sir, that woman's a crazy bitch!

Come back here!

Ranade, did you search the house?

What do you mean?

How could you let anyone in?

Polio?

Kalbadevi?

Come quickly.
Didn't you hear what sir said?

Sir.

- What's his name?
- It's Somdutt Jagmagiya, sir.

Hindu?

Yes, sir.
Jai Hind, Jai Maharashtra!

Who was that girl?

Sir, I swear I don't know anything.

I was just sitting here quietly.

She arrived in a burqa,
and started yelling at me.

Sir, she was saying something in English.

Something like "hack…"

She said, "Don't worry,
the lawyer will be here."

I don't know anything, sir.
She drove me crazy.

You understood every word, right?

You might have understood
every word she said, right?

Wow!

She contacted you right under my nose.

Excellent.

Sir.

A lawyer is here to bail him out.

Tahir Wazir is a big mistake.

A really big one.

Firstly, who writes someone's
personal story without their permission

and then publishes it?

And secondly, which author
opens a fake account

under the name of a fan?

Many people have lost their lives
to make Tahir Wazir famous.

Tahir, you knew it all along, didn't you?

Tahir, you knew that they
committed suicide, right?

We need an answer, Tahir!

Sign here.

One more.

Okay.

Let's go.

It wasn't me.

Sanjay hired him.

Did he apply for the job or…

did he come through
someone's recommendation?

I don't know.

Wait a second.

Yeah, Shalu.

Who gave Parth's resume to Sanjay sir?

Shalu... I mean Shalini,
my receptionist.

She did.

Of course, she's his girlfriend.

Oh, please.

Why?

Can't a middle-class girl
have a boyfriend?

No… that's not what I meant.

Have you met Parth?

Have you spoken to him?

Love doesn't care about caste or creed.

Coffee.

Thanks.

Mayanka ma'am is still
busy in a meeting.

You'll have to wait a little longer.

Sir, may I say something?

I feel really bad about
all that's happening.

Sir, how is Meetu?

She must be pretty stressed too.

Poor girl!

How do you know Meetu?

She was my tenant, sir.

She used to live in
my house as a paying guest.

Parth used to call her a psycho.

He was right.

Actually, sir…

Parth's real name is not Parth.

It's Gaurav Jaisingh.

- Mayanka ma'am told me...
- Wait a second.

Do you know Parth as well?

Yes, sir. He's my boyfriend.

And these two know each other.

Meetu and Parth…

I…

Shalu was saying that
she was Parth's girlfriend.

We know, sir.
We know everything.

And you must also know that
she knows Meetu Mathur as well.

She was her paying guest.

I mean that's weird, right?

Did you know all this?

How would I know?

- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Come on, give me a...

Calm down. Please.

Settle down.

So many confusions, so many mysteries.

Okay, let's say that if Parth Acharya

can be Gaurav Jaisingh…

can't Meetu Mathur be Adya Jaisingh?

She can't?

Why not?

You even claimed that you never met her.

I saw her childhood photo.

She had a cleft lip.

But Meetu…

Lips can be fixed through surgery.

It's a simple procedure.

It's not like she was missing a leg.

By the way, these days even
that can be fixed through surgery.

Does that sound difficult?

Let me explain.

Meetu Mathur is Adya Jaisingh.

Try to recall the way she spoke.

"I have no family, sir!"

"I have grown up eating sweetmeats."

"Living in Shahori Lane."

This is not the dialect of Rajasi…

but of Uttarakhand.

Close your ears.

Right under your nose, inside your
house, without giving you a hint…

she was screwing with you all the while.

Oh, God! Tahir!

This is priceless.

This brother-sister duo…

has royally fucked you!

Superb!

Just… just brilliant.

The game is coming to an end.

There's just one more
chapter to be written.

Chapter seven.