Single Papa (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

Shlok, buddy, hello!
Get in, please. I need to talk to you.
My mom says I shouldn't talk to strangers.
Yeah, and my mom says
we shouldn't be out in the sun for long,
to avoid getting tanned. Come on.
You're obviously not here
to give me a lift. What do you want?
Oh, my! Such a clever, smart kid!
-Then why don't you help me out?
-Help?
What kind of help do you want?
Buddy, you know what I need help with.
Help me become a Single Papa, please.
Sorry, sir, but no one can help you.
My mom will never approve it.
Why? Wait a second. Wait, bro.
Why won't she approve?
What's wrong with me?
Okay. Let's start at male chauvinism,
patriarchal mindset,
immaturity,
you're hot-headed,
you're rude.
And even if Mom ignores all that,
she still can't ignore your gender.
What do you mean?
In general, she believes
that men are not good at parenting.
And every mother is a single mother.
Because mothers carry
most of the burden of parenting.
But if you were married,
you might have had a chance.
So what do I do?
Get a sex-change operation for this?
Sir, you should just get married.
I hope you want kids in future.
Yes, of course.
Thank God.
I already have my eyes on a child.
-I'm looking for a good mother for him.
-What?
Yes! A readymade child
along with a husband. A package deal.
Sorry, mister.
You need a nanny, not a wife.
Fine, don't marry me. Just pretend
to be my wife at the adoption agency.
-Then I can adopt.
-Do I look crazy to you?
What's your opinion about adoption?
Why would we adopt?
I'll have your baby.
But I need a mother.
You don't need a mother,
you need a therapist!
Disgusting!
-Sir, tea, coffee or cold drink?
-Man…
-Get me a mother.
-What, sir?
Did I choose my own gender?
-This is not right!
-Exactly!
Then why am I being punished for it?
Because you've to wear your undies!
Pawan,
hold the undies.
I'll distract him with cartoons.
I'll chase him.
Put these on when he runs to you.
Vivaan, stop!
-Think it over, bro.
-Listen.
Do you really want to adopt?
We've to come up with tricks
just to make him wear his undies.
-Can you do it?
-Hey!
I'm here to discuss
the discrimination I'm facing,
not your undies.
Women have faced discrimination for ages.
You deal with it for once.
Come on, I'm really not in the mood
for your feminist lectures.
Guys, you don't get it.
Someone else will take Amul away,
and I'll be left with nothing.
I don't understand how you could
take such a big decision to adopt Amul
all by yourself.
You should've discussed it.
Really? And when you and Jasmine
decided to get married,
you CC'ed the rest of us, right?
She was pregnant.
I love her, okay? It's different.
How is it different, bro? It's the same.
How is it the same?
Do you love Amul?
Love?
Bro, "love" is too small a word.
What I feel for Amul, should be called…
"Lovest."
-Lovest?
-Yes.
Big, bigger, biggest? Love, lover, lovest.
Bro, this isn't "lovest," it's "ego-est."
Mrs. Nehra has hurt your ego,
your inner Jat has gone crazy.
Look, I really want to be
Amul's Single Papa.
-Swear on your mother!
-I swear.
All right, then.
Your brother is with you from today.
First come here and
get your own child to wear his undies!
Hey, you little fool.
Wear it before you get spanked.
Pawan! Gentle parenting.
My darling fool,
wear it before you get spanked.
Good boy! Yes.
Why don't you listen to me?
Mom, you don't have to agree
with everything they say!
And why do you act like measly minions
around Goldie's parents?
Nammo, girls from good families
don't post such photos.
How would I know?
I didn't get the good girl handbook.
What's the matter? What's the fuss about?
My mother-in-law wants me to delete
all my swimsuit photos
from my social media.
So do it. What's the problem?
-That's what I said.
-Why should I delete them?
It's my private account.
I've worked for these abs,
why shouldn't I flaunt them?
That's true, Mom.
She's worked really hard.
She still cranks out a hundred crunches.
And it's her fault. She asked me
to friend my mother-in-law.
Now I'm asking you to delete those photos!
I won't. Bhaiya, you talk to her.
You know what?
Flip a coin, or pluck rose petals,
but don't bore me, please.
Nammo, you have to delete them,
before they delete you!
If you remember, you were deleted
from your own wedding last time!
A very warm welcome to all of you
to Aashi's Birthing and Beyond.
Today, we will learn one of
the most important step of parenting.
How to make your baby burp?
Sorry.
Sorry.
Okay. Let's continue.
So first, we hold the baby…
like this.
Then gently thump the back
a couple of times
until the baby burps.
Pat the back like this.
Move your hand upwards.
Yeah, but he, kind of, dropped his head.
Next time, please bring your wife along.
Teacher, actually,
I can do much better. I…
I don't know why, but right now,
I have this weird feeling
that my baby…
I'll join the next class.
Sorry. Thank you.
-Sir, why are you here at this time?
-How are you?
You're not allowed here at this time.
Well, Shlok… Where's Shlok?
-He must be inside.
-Tell him I'm here.
-It's urgent. I'll wait here.
-No…
Call him quickly. Go.
Yes, my baby.
No, no, it's okay.
It's okay, darling.
-It's okay.
-What happened to him? Why is he crying?
Let me hold him.
-My cutie pie.
-Hey…
What happened to my cutie pie?
What happened?
Here, here. It's okay. Hi, cutie.
What happened?
Amul had been crying for one hour
and nobody could calm him down.
But he stopped as soon as he held him.
Hi. My baby.
Hey, don't bite my finger.
I knew something happened to my baby.
I had this weird feeling, man.
Yeah. How did Papa know, huh?
I've never felt like this before.
Yes, darling.
Look! Look! Who's coming? Who's coming?
Sir, please wait!
What is it?
Okay. You win.
You definitely deserve a fair chance.
Seriously?
So you'll help me?
Look, be honest, I might cry.
Go on.
Boys do cry.
I know that!
I've watched Kohli, Pandya,
Rohit Sharma cry on the field.
But… Mom shouldn't know about it.
Because it's the first time
I'm going against her wishes.
I worry that while you may get the baby,
it might create a rift
between my mom and me.
You're so sweet, man!
Look, I know you don't like this,
but come here.
Thank you so much. I mean it.
Thank you.
Let me hug you.
Thank you, buddy.
-So this is CACA.
-Yes, I know.
-Did you hear about it from Mom?
-No, from Ma'am.
You've to register here.
Then you'll get a list
of all the agencies in your area.
-Choose Sneh Bhavan from the list.
-Okay.
Then, upload your KYC documents.
-All right. Is that it?
-That's just the beginning.
Next comes the HSR,
where a social worker from the agency
will visit your home
and prepare a Home Study report.
So, for HSR, they'll come over
and check if everything is in order?
That's not all.
They might interview your family.
They might talk to your neighbors.
And if they want,
they might even talk to your colleagues.
But first, you must
get your family onboard.
-Without them, adoption won't be possible.
-Why not?
Because a single father
must have at least one family member
of the opposite gender
as the child's guardian.
And if the whole family is onboard,
your case will get stronger.
Here!
Ben Stokes!
What are you gonna do now, broski?
What can I do, bro?
God Almighty will do the rest. Have faith.
"With flower garlands
adorning his dusky body,
Lord Krishna plays his flute."
Wow.
Mumma, cover your head.
-Pandit-ji, tell me something.
-Yes?
Lord Krishna's real parents
were Mata Devaki and Baba Vasudev, right?
Yes.
But later on, Baba Vasudev left him
with Yashomati Maiya
and Nand Baba in Gokul.
-And he was raised by them.
-Amazing.
Are you a foreigner
to ask these basic questions?
-You know this.
-Quiet.
Pandit-ji, are you saying
that our Lord was also adopted?
Yes.
You can say that.
All I can say is,
that our Lord loved Yashomati Maiya
and Nand Baba with all his heart.
Amazing.
Our culture is great.
-We've always believed in adoption.
-Are we done, Pandit-ji?
-Yes, we are.
-Yes, Papa, it's all done.
-Please come, I'll see you off.
-Sure.
-What's wrong with him?
-Nothing.
It's all good. Oh, Lord, it's all good.
To Yashomati Maiya…
Keep it here.
…says little Krishna
There is so much positivity
after a prayer, isn't it?
By the way, Mumma, I wanted to talk to you
about something really close to my heart.
Go on.
I really want to be father.
Son, every resident of Buckingham Palaces
is aware that you want to become a father.
-I understand.
-You do?
Done.
First thing tomorrow morning,
I'll submit an application to adopt Amul.
-Adoption?
-Amul?
Isn't this the baby
you brought home the other day?
Correct! Baby of Gaurav Gehlot!
I want to be Amul's Single Papa.
Bhaiya, I want to smoke
what you're smoking.
Shut up! Have you lost your mind?
Seems like you've lost your senses
after the divorce!
Why are you acting so out-of-character?
Did something happen?
What's wrong with you all? Think about it.
He was here for just one night,
and everyone was so happy.
If he stays here permanently,
imagine how much fun everyday will be!
Son, someone must have
cast an evil eye on you.
-Reshma, get me some red chillies--
-Mom!
He'll call you Dadi!
Nammo, he'll call you Bua!
-And he'll call you crazy!
-How can you say that, Papa?
If Yashomati Maiya and Nand Baba
thought like you,
we would never have had Lord Krishna!
You don't understand
what I'm trying to tell you!
And we don't want to understand, either.
Now, cut this nonsense,
and open up the shutters at our shop!
I'll bring it up again in the evening.
Try it, and I'll thrash you!
Now, go and manage the shop.
Fine, I'm leaving.
But I'm going to the Sector 55 outlet.
I need some space from you guys.
Good, go on. We aren't dying
to see your face either.
He needs space. I'll show him space.
Papa…
Red chillies.
Whoa, it's raining whiskey?
And a single malt at that!
Oh, Lord, why kill my business-- Hey!
What are you doing? Are you crazy?
It's sinful!
It brings joy to millions.
It's our livelihood.
And you call it sinful?
Meenu's pandit-ji said
that our misdeeds are
obstructing the good fortune
of our children.
So I'm atoning for us.
From today, one by one, I will drain out
every alcohol bottle from our shop.
You idiot!
If Meenu's pandit-ji asks you
to jump off a flyover,
will you do that too?
-Now listen to me!
-I--
Listen-- Quiet!
If I ever hear
this superstitious nonsense in this house,
I'll get a ticket to your parents' place
and drop you at the station myself.
Stay right there, I'm coming upstairs.
She wants to empty the whole store. She…
But my parents live in Sohna.
Which train goes there?
Nams, please delete those bikini pics.
You clicked those in Goa.
I thought you liked them.
Of course I like them.
All I'm saying is, open a new account.
Post them there.
And, bhaiya, we're with you.
Why just one, adopt two children.
But after the wedding.
No way, man. I'm not going to get married.
I don't believe in marriage anymore.
Our wedding, mine and Namrata's!
What does your wedding
have to do with the adoption?
Bhaiya, it's an inter-caste marriage.
Then there's the rich-poor divide too.
-Are you calling us poor?
-No.
Mannerless.
Aunty, the singer's over there.
Face that way.
Not poor, middle-class.
-Fine, upper middle-class.
-No, bro, we get it.
You're out to drag us
below the poverty line.
Bhaiya, you're misunderstood me.
I didn't mean that.
All I'm trying to say is,
if your family is conservative,
mine is a hundred times more.
I know how difficult it was
to get their approval.
And your adoption quest,
and your bikini pics
-will add to needless complications.
-I deleted them. Happy?
-Come on.
-What?
Let's go,
I can't understand a word of her song.
-Shlok?
-Yes, sir. Tell me.
Listen, don't submit my application yet.
What? Why?
Actually, I'm going out of town
for a few days.
Sir, adoption is a long-drawn-out process.
I would suggest
you submit the form right away.
Really?
All right then.
Our longest fight was
for six days and seven hours.
So?
-Do you want to break it?
-Don't talk rubbish.
What should I do then?
Our son's life is getting ruined,
and all you care about is your ego.
Darling, that's why I asked you,
what should I do?
Have you ever thought
that Gaurav might have a problem
we don't understand?
If there were only one problem,
we could try to understand.
Is there any problem
that your son doesn't have?
His wife left him.
Thanks to nepotism, he inherited a store,
but he isn't performing there either.
And he hangs out
with useless friends like Pawan.
That's enough.
You're always looking for a chance
to badmouth my son.
I meant the problem Mishra has.
-Diabetes?
-No.
-BP?
-No.
-Piles?
-No!
Gout?
What other problem does he have
that you know and I don't?
Okay, listen.
I'm talking about Mishra Junior,
not Mishra Senior.
That problem
in Shubh Mangal Saavdhan, you know.
Homosexuality!
That's Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan.
I'm talking about the original one.
Got it, got it. The limp biscuit problem?
And you've to talk to your son about it.
-Nope, no way.
-Nope, no way.
I've never even once
looked my father in the eye,
and you want me to discuss this
with my son? No way. You talk to him.
How can a mother
talk to her young son about it?
You act all high and mighty at home,
yet you're scared
of talking to your own son?
-Hey. Let me finish my food!
-Give it to me. Forget it.
There you go, Papa.
That's four lakhs.
-Wow! Very good.
-Right?
I'd been asking you to start
'Wine Wednesdays' forever.
Women just queued up for a discount.
Everyone wants cheap wine for free!
-Listen, we'll have to restock this one.
-Okay, sir.
Order this one. Tally this one as well.
Okay, sir.
What's going on, Pop?
It's all there,
you can check the accounts.
I won't steal from my own.
Gaurav, you are important.
Thank you, Papa.
It feels great to hear it from you.
We had so much conflict
and bickering in the last few days
that I had started feeling lonely, Papa.
So, you really are important.
Well, if you say so, then yes. I am.
That's why Arpana left you.
Be it milk, ghee, butter or cream,
we fed you everything.
You look pretty healthy too.
Then how could you be important?
No one in our family
has ever been important.
Then how did you?
Oh, no, Papa, how could you say that?
You're also very important!
Are you crazy?
How am I important?
I fathered two kids.
Okay, listen to me.
Mishra says, Viagra really works.
It really boosts your horsepower.
Papa…
Are you saying "important"
instead of "impotent"?
-Yeah, it's all the same.
-Oh, man!
Do you think I'm impotent?
-You said--
-Seriously?
Are you nuts? Are you drunk?
-Are you high?
-I'm not high!
You tell me, if you're not impotent,
why are you suddenly obsessed
with adopting a baby?
You think this is why I want to adopt?
You…
Listen to me, Papa.
Remember when Pawan had his son,
Vivaan four years ago,
and I visited him at the hospital?
When Pawan held him in his arms
for the first time, Papa…
he had this smile on his face.
His face lit up
the way I had never seen before.
He looked like
he found the greatest joy in life.
Papa, I also want to feel that joy.
Then why not get married
and have your own child?
Your own flesh and blood.
There's nothing like your own blood.
Papa, that's the problem!
"Your own blood!"
"Get married!" "Why adopt?"
"Family name"--
You guys just don't get it,
how do I make you see?
Just forget it!
You're calling me impotent!
Someone replace his drink
with a dictionary!
Why do you wish to adopt?
Is there a void, an emptiness
in your life that you want to fill?
No, Mrs. Nehra.
There's no emptiness in my life.
I actually have a very full life.
I have everything.
Friends, family, an occupation.
Yet I felt that I want to be a mother
because I have lots of love to give.
She said "Ma,
who wants to have a man-child
when they can have a child?"
Mom…
The two of you
will be shifting here from Asansol.
Won't that be difficult for you?
We fully support Sayonee.
In every decision.
-Isn't it?
-Yes dad.
That's nice.
Anyway, thank you.
I'll get back to you.
Thank you.
Come on, use some more oil.
It's just Navratna oil, not Bharat Ratna.
Sir.
Sir.
Do you see this?
I get love letters even at this age.
Wait a minute.
"This is to certify…"
"This is…"
Gaurav!
You idiot!
Gaurav Gehlot!
What's wrong? Why are you screaming
so early in the morning?
I'm not screaming, I'm about to blast!
Read this. Gaurav!
Come on out!
-Gaurav!
-Gaurav!
Hey, the neighbors
will come over, calm down.
You just can't let me sleep in
even on Sundays.
Can't you just keep calm and carry on
for even one Sunday?
What's wrong?
Read this.
Why do you have a knife?
What's this?
"Your adoption application
has been successfully--"
Is this why you were screaming?
Scream louder!
Papa, you're going to be Dada!
Scream louder!
Mom, you're going to be Dadi!
Nammo is going to be Bua!
Hey, Nammo! Nammo Bua, where are you?
-Reshma didi! Get some sweets!
-Hey!
-Hey, Siri, play music!
-Someone stop this idiot.
Where's Nammo, guys?
She went to yoga class!
And you, stop jumping around!
Siri, shut up!
Guggu, when your father and I
have clearly told you
that we're against this,
why did you apply for the adoption?
Are you both upset?
And what do you mean "thing"?
He's not a thing!
He's baby of Gaurav Gehlot!
He's the heir of this family.
-Show some respect!
-Respect?
He is talking about respect.
You've tarnished our name
in front of the whole family.
First, the divorce. Now this--
Oh, really! Tarnished your name?
When did I do that?
Don't be dramatic.
It's not a movie, it's my life.
Guggu, didn't you think
about your sister even once?
How does this affect Nammo?
And for your kind information
and broadcasting,
I had backed out of it.
And yet they approved my application!
Which means God wants this to happen!
Amul is destined to be mine!
It's my destiny that's cursed,
to have a worthless son like you.
I should've killed you when you were born.
But now, now…
if I hear about adoption
even once from you,
you will…
watch me die.
Papa, stop being so melodramatic!
I have a gun, too. Wait.
Here. Here's my gun.
If you stop me
from going through with this adoption,
you'll watch me die!
Hey!
Now listen to me.
If the two of you
don't put your guns down,
you will…
watch me die!
-Okay, Mumma.
-Fine, let's do it.
-Let's do it.
-Let's see.
-Fine, let's do it.
-Yeah.
-I will adopt.
-Let's do it.
-I'm your father.
-I won't back out.
I have an instinct about these things.
One look at you, and I knew
you're not suitable for adoption.
You? What are you doing here?
-HSR.
-HSR?
That letter just came in today!
Now you're here too? That too on a Sunday?
Does your sincerity know no bounds, madam?
Sunday or Monday…
men like you might become fathers…
but never a Papa.
There's a big difference.
Who is this lady
who's making these sarcastic comments?
Could she be that baby's mother?
-What?
-No, Papa, be quiet! Put down the gun.
This is Mrs. Nehra. She's…
She's here to make a house report
for the adoption.
I see. Would you like to have some tea?
Will you serve it while you stab me,
or after you shoot me?
This is just a fruit knife.
Would you like an apple?
An apple?
Put the knife away. "An apple?"
Madam, would you like some tea?
Cardamom tea?
-Reshma didi makes it delicious.
-No, thank you.
All right, then don't.
Just hear me out, please.
This is just a misunderstanding.
We're a bunch of hotheads.
And all of us blew our tops
at the same time, while we were fighting.
But we calm down as easily too.
We're quite peaceful.
This is my Papa, this is my Mumma.
We are the happy Gehlots.
Thank you.
Let me tell you that I've already got
all the information I need.
And I'm also very happy to inform you
that you have failed miserably
in this HSR, Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.
-Thank you very much.
-I failed?
Madam, no. Don't fail me! Please, sorry.
Thank you, madam.
You've made an excellent decision!
Gaurav is an idiot.
Remember when he got
a goldfish as a child?
-It died in three days!
-Mumma, shut up!
-You can't trust him at all.
-Say sorry to her.
-He's a hypocrite.
-Papa.
He divorced the girl he loved--
-Keep quiet, Papa.
-Move!
You don't need to worry at all.
Gaurav is not going to get Amul anyway.
-No, no.
-Really?
And thank you for your help
and your honesty.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-No, they're just angry…
-Thank you.
They didn't mean it.
-Thank you for cooperation.
-Yes.
Are you both crazy?
Is this a joke to you?
What rubbish were you telling her? She's--
-Who are you, bro?
-The masseur.
Massage…
Take your stuff and get out.
Sir, I need the OTP.
Yeah, it's…
Eight-Seven-Three-Nine. Get going.
Sir, a good review--
-To hell with the review, get out!
-Leave!
If you guys can't help, don't.
At least don't sabotage it!
Mrs. Nehra…
she will fail me in the HSR.
I'll fail the HSR because of you.
Good.
For the first time, I'm happy you failed.
Fine, Papa. Be happy.
But remember that I'm your son.
Stubborn as a mule.
I won't give up so easily.
Really?
Then you'll have to choose.
This family or that baby.
Because in my house…
you can't do whatever you please.
We hope you'll choose wisely.
Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews