Rana Naidu (2023) s01e04 Episode Script

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She seems pissed.
Why don't you go tell her
that it's all your fault.
I told you
to stay away from my family.
Am I not your family, Rana?
I know everything.
You're the one who set me up.
I paid the price for a crime
that Prince and you committed.
You done? Leave.
What a kickass plan,
I'd have done the same.
You've made your father proud.
Left me to rot in prison for 15 years.
So you love your family?
How about I take them away from you
for the next 15 years?
Return the favor!
I could fuck you over, Rana.
But I'm going to give you an easy way out.
Simply say sorry.
You know what Diwali celebrates, right?
Lord Rama returned home
after 14 years of exile.
And yet, he forgave everyone.
Everyone apologized to him
and he forgave them.
You sentenced me to jail for 15 years,
and you're not even sorry?
You should swallow your pride
and apologize to me now!
Dad?
What's going on?
What is Grandpa saying?
I was telling Rana
that I know who framed me.
A despicable man.
Nitya, it's late. Go to bed.
-But, Dad, can you at least--
-Your dad is asking you to go to bed.
Go on.
Okay. Good night, Grandpa.
And happy Diwali.
Happy Diwali.
My dear.
The past wasn't so bad, Rana.
But you only ever remember
the petty things.
I'm just looking forward
to seeing you back in jail.
And then it's game over.
Oh, it will be game over,
but not for me.
Dad!
We're going school uniform shopping,
right? You said you'd take us.
Nitya… I…
I thought your admission at Bulsara
had been confirmed, but…
it's not going to work out.
What! But you told us it was done!
Dad, you promised.
There were some last-minute problems
and I couldn't…
It's your job to fix
last-minute problems, isn't it?
I told everyone!
Now they'll think I'm a liar!
Why would you lie to us
if we didn't get into Bulsara?
You always lie to us!
Nitya! I'm sorry.
Next year--
Amazing!
A real man doesn't fight the weak,
he fights for the weak.
Did you understand what he said?
"A real man doesn't fight the weak,
he fights for the weak."
Look at that!
"Script consultant, Naga Naidu."
That's me.
I'm Naga Naidu.
Wonderful!
Indian cinema has scaled new heights
with Prince having worked in
over 200 Tamil, Telugu and Hindi films.
But Nuvvu Na Darling was the most obvious
choice to open the Prince Film Festival.
Kiss me, Prince!
Prince, allow me to kiss you too!
Over here!
I'll be back. Just one second.
Don't change the channel.
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
We want Prince!
What the fuck, Rana?
Your father is stalking me!
What do you mean?
I mean that he's here
at my film festival!
He's in the audience blowing kisses at me!
Don't worry. He won't
do anything in public--
You told me that you'd deal with him.
-I am.
-How exactly?
Are you fucking waiting
for him to shoot me?
Might as well hand him a gun too.
What the fuck, Rana?
Is this what you call dealing with him?
You're fired!
I'll hire somebody else. There are plenty
of guys who would happily do it!
You can't fire me, Prince.
It's you who will be charred alive.
Now go back out. I'll handle Naga.
Listen to me-- Fuck!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
Nanny!
Why the fuck do I not remember
your name? What's your name?
Let me.
Hi.
Hi.
Who's the most handsome boy in the world?
My Prince Jr.
And if you're a prince,
who is your daddy?
Who's your daddy?
King.
And don't you worry about Daddy.
Nobody can harm him.
If anyone lays a finger on Daddy,
he will cut off their arms,
like he does in his films.
Like all kings do.
If Naga does something,
Daddy will fuck Naga.
Daddy will fuck Naga.
Yes, boss?
Srini, get on Naga's ass right away.
Track his every move.
On it, boss.
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
-Prince! Prince!
All right then, any questions?
-Sir!
-Sir!
Sir! Sir!
Sir! Sir!
Brown shirt guy.
Hello, sir.
-Hi.
-Sir, my name is Akshay.
I'm a big fan, sir.
I've written a poem for you that--
Prince is on the run from the law.
And only he knows the truth.
Question is, what's his next move?
Sir, it's only a screenplay I've written,
tailored for you.
May I continue?
Well, we don't have the time
to hear the whole plot.
It'll be dark outside
by the time you finish.
-Perhaps some other time.
-Sir, it won't take long.
Besides, this old man
is running out of time.
Give it a listen.
What do you guys say?
-Story! Story!
-Story! Story!
Story! Story!
Story! Story!
Well, I can't refuse my fans.
All right then! Story time!
A famous actor from Hyderabad
commits murder.
And frames an innocent man for it.
Can you hear me okay? I said innocent.
The poor guy spends 15 years in prison.
While the actor goes about his life
as if nothing's happened.
And in those 15 years,
this actor moves to Mumbai
and becomes a big-shot movie star.
You enjoying it so far?
But here's the knockout punch.
It's all based on a true story.
Do you know who this actor was?
-He was--
-Hey, if you give away the whole story,
no one here will watch the film.
These guys are going to be
the audience after all!
I like your idea. It's intriguing.
I'm sorry, what'd you say your name was?
Something Naidu?
I didn't tell you my name.
I enjoyed your story.
Come and meet me, let's talk about it.
Are you free today at 5:00?
No, I'm busy. I'll see you at 5:30.
Funny. 5:30 then.
When I first saw this tattoo,
I thought it was your girlfriend.
Or your wife.
Well, now you know.
So you got nothing to worry about.
What about you?
Is there anything
I should be worried about?
No man.
Hey!
Where're you going?
It's time for round two!
What stamina!
All that mutton curry and rice.
Well, of course!
Stay a while.
I got a job to get to, remember?
Gotta go.
Well, I'm not sitting around
like a bum either.
"I got a job to get to, remember?"
So touchy.
Meet tonight?
Long day at the clinic.
What?
Okay. Maybe.
Excuse me, sir. Your ring…
Don't touch it.
Sir, please. Nothing metallic is allowed.
-Make sure to give it back.
-Okay, sir.
-You need to take off your chain too.
-Hey!
Keep your hands off me
or I'll shut down the hospital!
I am OB Mahajan, no one tells me
what I can or cannot wear!
Get out!
Glory be to the Hari Om.
Glory be to Hari Om.
So you're a millionaire now.
What are you going to do
with all your money?
I've thought about it, Daddy.
I'll put half the money in a term deposit
with a high interest rate.
Buy gold with the rest
and store it in a locker.
In fact, I'm heading to the bank now.
Don't be ridiculous, Jaffa.
Maharaj has given you black money.
It's all cash.
If you go to the bank,
the Income Tax Department
will lock up your ass.
Those cunts will be after you for life.
Is that what you want?
Use this money to treat yourself.
Do whatever you like,
buy whatever you want.
Maybe you wanted something as a kid
but could never afford?
Well, there was
that windup monkey toy I liked.
Told you a hundred times I wanted one.
But you never gave it to me.
What's the point of buying it now, Daddy?
Isn't there something else you want now
other than that monkey?
Yeah, there is.
This really awesome motorbike, 250 CC.
Then go out and buy it.
Do you know where to find it?
I pass it by every day at the showroom.
Well, today, you go inside that showroom
and buy that bike.
Grab the money. I'm coming with you.
We'll leave the showroom on the bike.
-Can you ride it if I'm on the saddle?
-Yes.
Attaboy!
-What's wrong, Daddy?
-You go ahead. Some work's come up.
What? You just said
that you'd come with me!
Daddy, you can't change your mind now
after you promised--
Shut up with the daddy, daddy!
You want the bike, you go get it!
Why do you need me there?
I'm sorry. I'll see you later.
Go.
Confirmed the meeting with Prince at 5,30?
We've to get a confession out of him.
So get planning.
What, you think if I shove my fingers
in his mouth, he'll spew the truth?
Take your shirt off.
You're into some weird shit.
I need to wire you up.
I know that you want to wire me.
But not right now.
I'll be meeting him after 15 years.
What if someone frisks me
and I get caught?
Patience, my man.
We'll get Prince to talk.
All right.
Report back to me later this evening.
And don't mess this up.
Remember…
I can send you back to jail.
Meet him today or else.
One more thing.
Don't come here ever again.
Keep my children out of this mess.
There's government official written
all over his face.
-Who is that?
-That's what I'm trying to find out.
Boss.
Rehaan and Toofan.
I love it!
Paint the office white
to cover all your dark deeds.
It's whiter than the White House.
By the way, I hope black money
is allowed in this white house.
Rehaan, do you mind waiting
outside for a minute?
Something to brighten your day!
Here comes the money
Make way!
What you say, homie?
The work will be done, right?
I need to sort a few more things.
-What else does she want?
-It's about what I want.
Rehaan needs to go to school first.
-Of course, bro.
-No alcohol, no drugs.
And don't let anyone fuck with him.
Once we're in the clear
and I have that document,
Rehaan will be officially known
as Rehaan Jasbeer Singh.
He'll be family.
My son.
And there's no greater bond
than between father and son.
I'll sort this out.
There's commotion all around
Politicians like cannibals
I'm a rapper from the slums
Been livin' off crumbs
People are lowkey
And I--
Sir, I need to warn you.
When you go over there,
you'll meet my stepfather.
Just don't talk to that waste of space.
If he makes a scene, smack him. For me.
My mother was clean,
but that crackhead
turned her into an addict.
He's a monster. And he's dangerous.
She'll be fine.
Thank you, sir.
Champ! Let's go. Come on.
That's a sweet-looking ride, sir!
Isn't it? I just bought it.
Great! Gorgeous!
But if you got money,
you should invest more wisely.
My name is Rafique Merchant,
and I've got something
that I think you'll love.
Do you want to see it?
Feast your eyes on this lavish
two-bed apartment, available right now.
Exceptional space, design and ventilation.
A jumbo master bedroom for you
and the missus.
European-style open kitchen
with tons of storage space.
-Big in size so that your wife--
-I'm not married, man.
You're not married?
We have a lady-killer in our midst!
This place is perfect for bachelor-living,
with sound-proof walls and flooring!
Also, the kitchen counter
is three feet deep.
Seriously, it's perfect
for a stunning biker boy like you.
Really?
You bought an apartment?
You set out to buy a bike
and also bought an apartment!
I'm proud of you, my boy.
You told me I should do
whatever I want, Daddy. So, I did.
This is great.
But you need to turn
this place into a home.
And for that to happen, you need a woman.
Are you suggesting that I get married?
Not at all.
Don't ever get married.
Just make sure to have some kids, huh?
Pass me a glass.
All right.
Cheers.
These papers you brought me to sign,
you expect me
to simply hand my son over to Toofan?
You did a fine job raising him, but Toofan
will take him to the next level.
You want to see him succeed, right?
How much?
-How much money do we get?
-You're getting nothing.
Open it.
There'll be more.
You're asking me to sell my child.
I can't do it. I can't.
You can.
I can look after him.
I will.
She won't.
She's incapable of looking after anyone.
Once, he asked for a new pair of shoes,
and she threw her shoe at him!
And what's that round thing
that kids wear over their ears?
When he bought one of those, this witch
got high and smashed it to pieces.
She sits around like a fat slug.
Sign the papers, you useless bitch.
End this drama and sign the papers.
Does Toofan love my son?
He loves him as much as you do.
Are you happy now?
-Come on now, sign it.
-Hey!
She will sign it when she's ready.
Try and meddle in her affairs again,
I'll puncture every needle mark
on your body with a bullet.
I need some time to think this through.
Yes… I need some time to think.
Hey, just sign them.
I'm wiped out. I can't ride any further.
Thank you very much.
How do you go cycling every day?
Doesn't your ass hurt?
This bike costs five lakh rupees.
The more expensive the bike,
the softer the seat.
So that's why you celebrities' asses
are as soft as silk.
Hey, that reminds me.
That story you pitched earlier,
you should write it.
It was good.
It'll make 200 to 300
crore rupees, minimum.
You think so?
I don't think so. I know so!
Three hundred crore rupees!
And not just for me. I'll cut you in.
You know, you should even write a sequel.
And then a Netflix series,
spinoffs, books…
But there's one condition, Naga.
I hold all the rights to the story.
No one else gets it.
-Prince! That's him!
-Prince!
-Get back! Stay right there.
-Hey, let them pass.
Easy!
It's okay.
Prince, can we get a selfie? Please.
We love you, Prince.
I'm dying, darling.
I don't feel very well. I have a fever.
Let's not meet today.
I don't want to pass it to you.
Hey, listen. I'll come over
with some special rasam.
The black pepper will fix you in a jiffy.
Okay?
No, no need. I'll be fine by tomorrow.
I just need some rest.
You stay safe, okay?
Hey, Rana.
Can you find an address for me?
Who took over as PM
after the death of Lal Bahadur Shastri?
-A, A.P.J Abdul Kalam.
-Yes, I know this one.
B, Bal Gangadhar Tilak.
C, Gulzarilal Nanda.
Or D, Zakir Hussain.
C, Gulzarilal Nanda.
D, Zakir Hussain.
That is the right answer,
and you've won 10,000 rupees!
OB?
Everything will be fine.
Brother, I need two packets
of special rasam and idli.
-Okay.
-Make it quick.
Hey! Go call your mom.
-She's always late.
-Mom!
Dad's calling you!
Get inside the car. Yeah, I'm coming!
Sorry.
Put your phone away.
Hello?
Boss. It's Rehaan's mother--
It's gone south.
I'm on my way.
She sold her child. It's karma.
I saw her husband at the public toilet.
He said that he'd be
getting a lot of money.
I think he killed her.
-Holy shit! You think he killed her?
-Of course!
Who else would kill her?
It's definitely him.
Hurry up. The police will arrive soon.
Boss, it's the stepfather!
Get out of the way, moron!
-Hey! Are you blind?
-Hey!
-Stop! Stop right there!
-Save me!
Don't you touch him! He's done nothing.
-Stay away.
-Come down now.
I didn't kill her.
Please believe me, sir.
If I killed her, why would
I go back to the house
for 50 lousy rupees?
He tried to help her!
But that junkie supplier
had already planned to kill her.
-What supplier?
-Seriously?
You're telling me you don't know?
Rukhsar was a drug dealer.
And in deep debt with her suppliers.
And when she didn't pay up with the money
you gave her, they stabbed her.
Safeena is right.
That's exactly what happened.
You have 24 hours to leave Mumbai.
-If Rehaan finds out--
-What?
What will Rehaan do?
It's not like I've done anything wrong.
Why should I be scared of him?
You should be scared of me, not him.
Twenty-four hours.
You killed my mother!
Mr. Naidu, you told me
that you would protect her!
Rehaan…
That fucking cunt killed my mother!
I told you he was dangerous!
You said you'd take care of it.
If you couldn't, why did you take the job?
I'll kill that bastard myself and show you
how you're supposed to fix things!
Calm down, Rehaan.
-It's okay. You'll be okay.
-Dad! Rehaan!
What's going on?
-It's okay.
-Rehaan!
Please don't fire. Easy.
Rehaan, listen. Come here.
Come here. It's okay.
Calm down. It's okay.
-It's okay.
-Dad, what did you do?
Rehaan!
-Calm down, kid.
-He ruined everything!
-Calm down.
-He said he'd fix things.
-But he made things worse!
-Calm down.
-My mother is dead!
-Relax.
Rehaan, calm down.
Your mother was a good woman--
-Don't you dare talk about my mother!
-Rehaan, no!
Listen to me.
Rehaan, please listen to me.
Rehaan, please.
I'm here for you.
Let's go inside.
Rana Naidu threatened a junkie
who turned a deaf ear to him?
I don't believe it.
What really happened?
I met the stepfather.
He didn't kill her.
She worked as a drug dealer.
Picked up supplies
from some dangerous men and didn't pay up.
So, they killed her.
Don't tell Rehaan.
All he needs to know is,
his stepfather ran away
and there was nothing I could do.
He'll hate you the rest of his life.
But he'll always love
and respect his mother's memory.
Careful.
Rana…
I'm sure you cry
while watching the movie Baghban.
Nitya is in her room.
Will you tell me what all that was about?
Srini.
Boss, I've found out who Naga was with.
You're 15 minutes late.
So what?
I spent 15 years waiting in jail.
And you can't wait 15 minutes?
If this plan fails,
I'll send you right back in
for another 15.
And that'd be another long wait.
What the fuck is
that vomit you're guzzling?
Chhota Nagraj.
I knew you had your eyes on Naga Jr.
But let me tell you, I've never done
anything like that, not even in jail.
No! I'm talking about
Chhota Nagraj, my favorite drink.
Cucumber, spinach, green tomatoes
in equal quantities, mix them together,
add a pinch of salt and sugar
and voila! Your drink is ready.
It has a secret ingredient too.
-Do you want to know what it is--
-I'd love to know all about it,
but after I get a beer.
Waiter!
Wait!
Yes, waiting is a waiter's job.
First tell me what happened today.
-I want a beer first.
-No.
Step away.
I met with Prince.
He thinks I'm gonna
sell him my life story,
and in return, he'll pay me
to not tell anyone else, the cunt.
Next time, I'll wear the wire.
Just like you suggested.
And then his ass will be mine.
Mine.
Waiter, bring me
the most expensive beer you got.
This gentleman will be paying.
THE END OF NAGDEV
PUSHKAR
THE SOLDIER
CBI, motherfucker.
He knows everything, boss.