Single Papa (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

Hi, Shlok.
So, Mom, how was it?
Don't ask.
Gaurav Gehlot's family
left me traumatised.
But I met this other candidate. Sayonee.
I think she'll be perfect for Amul.
Ma'am? Someone from the Board
is here to meet you.
At this time? I'll be back.
GG
Sir, a single lady wants to adopt Amul.
Sir, a single lady wants to adopt Amul.
She'll be visiting the orphanage tomorrow.
Do whatever you like, Nehra.
Amul is mine, no matter what.
-Sir, you can't just barge in…
-Move!
…like a bull every time. Sir!
Sir, stop!
-Hi, baby.
-Hey.
Hello! Excuse me, madam.
This baby is not available. Put him back.
He's not available, as in?
I mean, he's been pre-booked.
Hi, my baby! Come here.
You know what?
There are so many kids here.
Look, he looks like Taimur.
-He'll suit you.
-What?
Is this a child or a suit to suit me?
"He's pre-booked," "He's not available."
How insensitive are you?
Mrs. Nehra introduced me to him.
She seems to be losing her memory.
She probably forgot
that I'm adopting Amul.
Isn't it, Amul? Cutie pie.
What are you talking about?
-Excuse me, who are you?
-Gaurav Gehlot?
How dare you come in here?
And who allowed him to hold the baby?
Just get out from here. Get out.
Next time I see you here,
I'll call the cops.
Heard that? Aunty will call the cops.
Like last time.
Here, hold him.
Chill, madam.
-As long as my son is here--
-He's not your son.
Maybe not now.
After the adoption, he will be.
He will never be. You failed the HSR.
I've only failed my first HSR.
I have another chance
to apply for the HSR.
You can't take that away from me.
I know everything.
-Please come to my office now.
-Sure, let's go.
-Don't worry. I'll handle this.
-Please.
Madam, choose another baby.
This one's mine.
Yeah, we'll see.
Madam, you know what?
Come to my new house
and do the Home Study Report.
Everything is new-new,
everything is safe-safe.
Repeating words twice
will not convince me.
In fact, you can never convince me.
I won't let you to adopt Amul.
Simple.
You won't?
All right, then, madam.
I really didn't want to do this,
but you leave me no choice.
Dear Women and Child Development Board,
my name is Gaurav Gehlot.
And I failed my first HSR.
What are you doing?
But clause 12, chapter 3
of your brochure states…
What are you doing?
…every candidate gets two chances.
I may have failed my first attempt,
but I have another chance.
Mr. Gehlot, what are you doing?
But Chairperson of CACA,
-Romilla Nehra is telling me…
-What--
What did you say?
Why can't I adopt a child?
Shut up and stop this!
Here. I'm giving you a second chance.
You know, madam,
you're a lot like me. Stubborn.
You never agree to anything
the first time.
Jai BKG.
Jai BKG.
Jai BKG.
Jai BKG.
Jai BKG!
Jai BKG.
What's with this BKG, LKG, UKG?
BKG means "Brahmand Ke Guruji."
He's the most powerful guru
around these days.
-And what's GKB?
-Us! Guruji Ke Bhakt.
I see.
Jai BKG.
Vishwas-ji.
-Mrs. Minocha, how are you?
-How are you?
See you.
Yes. Come on.
Meet Vishwas-ji.
BKG's SoDe manager.
Soda? Does BKG have a gastric problem?
Is that why he drinks soda?
Come on, Poonam,
SoDe means "South Delhi."
I'm so sorry.
Not at all.
If humans don't make mistakes,
who will? BKG?
Not at all.
This is my friend, Poonam.
She's caught up
in a whirlpool of troubles.
Cry. Cry your heart out.
Because after you meet BKG,
you'll never get to cry again.
That's true.
My home is crumbling away.
Please let me meet BKG.
My daughter isn't getting married,
and my son wants to have a child
without getting married.
Please donate two lakh rupees
as a token of faith.
Next month,
as soon as BKG is back from Mexico,
I'll arrange your meeting with him.
Next month?
What am I supposed to do until then?
Preparation.
-Do you have a pen and paper?
-Get it out.
-Come on. Okay, write it down.
-Yeah.
First, get a haircut.
BKG says that upon cutting your hair,
you rid yourself
of the sins of your past lives.
Wow.
Then, wear yellow clothes every day.
Yellow clothes.
-They bring positivity.
-Yes, that's true.
-Happiness is an internal affair, right?
-Right.
Be happy,
even if you have to force yourself.
Laugh out loud.
The parathas are burnt?
The AC has conked off?
Laugh out loud.
Laugh every day.
Laugh all the time. Jai BKG!
-Jai BKG!
-Jai BKG!
Just apply a pinch of asafoetida
on the baby's navel,
and massage it in with gentle pressure.
Like this, in a circular motion.
-Okay?
-Okay, ma'am.
This will relieve the baby
of colic pain in a jiffy.
Nice.
Hi. Gaurav?
-Hi.
-I'm Sharanya.
I heard your intro.
-You want to adopt a baby, right?
-Yes.
How cool.
I'm trying.
My husband hasn't attended
the new parents' class even once with me.
And you come by yourself.
-Too good.
-Thank you.
And here, from shopping to
baby-proofing the house, it's all on me.
Wait a second. What's baby-proofing?
-You don't know what baby-proofing is?
-No.
It means preparing the house for a baby.
Taping the electrical outlets,
sticking soft materials
on the corners of furniture, etc.
My cousin had also adopted a baby.
You get extra points for it
on the Home Study Report.
Really? Thank you so much.
I'll see you. My car is there.
Baby-proofing…
I brought everything. Including Labour.
Hi, cutie! How's my baby?
Look, it's your new home!
Come quickly. Papa's got
all these lovely toys just for you.
Look at this.
Come soon, okay?
Bye.
Come in.
Wow, man.
As a child, I used to dream
of living in a doll house like this.
I'd wear a pink princess gown,
wave a magic wand
and turn all your toy cars into frogs.
You know,
Mom sent me to bring you back home,
but now, I don't feel like leaving.
You know, Nammo,
after eating outside food
for the last six days,
my stomach
has turned into an acidity factory.
Serves you right.
You deserve this
for messing with my wedding.
What do you mean,
messing with your wedding?
You think I'd ruin your wedding?
The wedding
of my darling, princess sister?
The sister who has always
supported me in everything?
Whether others support me or not.
I can never do that to you, Nammo.
You're my darling sister.
-So listen, can you do me a favor?
-Nope.
-At least hear me out.
-I don't wanna hear or help you.
-Why won't you? I'm your brother.
-I wish you weren't my brother!
At least my wedding
would've been without a hitch.
About your wedding…
there's a small problem.
I mean, a tiny one.
But it's there.
Name a family member
of the opposite gender
who will support you?
It's compulsory. If there's no one…
No, of course I do.
My sister, Namrata.
-How old is she?
-Twenty-eight.
-Is she married?
-She's not married, but she's…
Then she can't be your support.
How can you say that, madam?
She's a strong, independent woman.
You're biased against single women.
Biased?
She's not married yet. But eventually,
in a few years, she will be.
This is India, after all.
No matter the journey, for a girl,
the destination is always
the same. Marriage.
And after marriage,
will her husband and her in-laws
allow her to be responsible
for an adopted child?
And if she has a child of her own,
will she look after him or this child?
And forget that, Mr. Gehlot.
After marriage, can you guarantee
that she'll even live in Gurugram?
Exactly. That's why she has sworn
never to get married.
What?
What? I swore never to get married?
This is the ditch I'll die in.
Hey, Nammo!
-No!
-Wait, listen. Don't overreact.
-Listen to me.
-No!
-It's a little white lie.
-No.
Mrs. Nehra just wants to meet you.
I have no one but you. Please!
You try and understand!
What will I tell Goldie?
What if Prem and Suman find out?
My wedding will get cancelled again. No!
Prem-and-Suman's minion,
how will they find out? You won't tell.
I'll tell Mrs. Nehra the truth.
Please don't.
She'll cancel my application.
Let her! At least
this drama will come to an end.
Nammo, my pants are gonna fall. Nammo!
Ever Oaks Spirits is the brand name.
They have a limited presence
because they're moving to retail.
Appu!
They wanna make a big noise
in the market.
-Call Aparna.
-Someone's calling you.
Her name is Mrs. Nehra.
She's quite mean.
You don't have to do anything.
-Just tell her I'm a great guy.
-Madam, coffee?
Yeah.
Two coffees. Without sugar.
Yes. Thank you.
Just sing my praises.
So you want me to give you
a positive review despite everything?
Yes. Why?
You're still just as entitled, aren't you?
If you want something, you must have it.
What's wrong, Appu?
We were talking nicely.
May I tell you something?
Please don't mind.
Don't you think you have turned into
an angry feminazi post-divorce?
That's it. Please leave.
Wait, listen.
I came here to talk about something else.
Isn't this one of your obsessions?
As a child, you wanted a bicycle.
You grew up, wanted a girlfriend.
Now you want a kid.
I never thought I would say this to you,
but your parents are right.
Raising a child is beyond you.
And even if you did,
you'll raise him to be
as entitled, chauvinistic,
and stubborn as yourself.
And the world doesn't need
more of such men.
So do me a favor.
Have some mercy on the world
and give up this obsession.
I won't. I won't give up this obsession.
And yes, it is an obsession.
-Ma'am, coffee--
-Because… Leave it here.
I am obsessed. Because love is obsession.
I fell in love with you.
My parents refused.
I doubled down, fought with them,
and married you. Didn't I?
Now think, I left you for a child.
You, Appu, who I love to this day.
Just imagine,
how much I'll fight for that baby.
How I wish you were obsessed with me too.
I wish you fought for me. But no!
If you did, we could have let go
of this obsession instead of our marriage.
That's hot.
Go to hell! I don't want your help.
Yes, ma'am. Welcome.
I'm here for a haircut.
Yeah, sure.
Do you have a style in mind?
This one.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Ma'am, what do you think?
Wicked Mama!
You look like a foreigner!
You should only speak in English now.
Ma-ji?
Hi, everybody!
Mummy-ji!
Absolutely stunning!
You like it?
Thanks, doll.
You made the dinner?
No yet. We ran out of cooking gas.
Okay! No, no problem!
We order pizza?
Yes?
Gain weight, everybody! Enjoy!
It's like the house is full of lunatics.
Is this your own house?
What do you ask, ma'am?
Papers of the house
are already in the file.
You can check it at your convenience.
Next question.
Are there any weapons in this house?
Weapons? I don't even have a knife here.
I just use my teeth
for fruits and vegetables.
Next room?
-We need extra copies of this too--
-Hey!
You both haven't tried any snacks yet.
Please have something.
How about samosas? Shall I order some?
Have some tea, please.
-Tea.
-Thank you.
Tell me, what else can I do for you?
So, you can't even make tea?
Madam, a three-month-old baby
won't drink tea. Only milk, right?
-Do you know how to boil it?
-Of course.
Water, tea, eggs, one's blood,
I can boil them all.
You can poke fun at me all you want,
but please give me Amul.
Your sister, where is she?
We need to interview her too.
Yes, she's gone out of Delhi
for two days, for work.
She'll meet you as soon as she's back.
Without an interview with Namrata,
your HSR will not be cleared.
Yes, she'll see you soon.
Meanwhile, she has
left this letter for you.
"I Namrata Gehlot,
hereby affirm
my commitment to act as a guarantor
for my brother, Gaurav Gehlot,
in the process of adoption.
I solemnly declare my intention
to remain unmarried
and to co-parent the child, Amul,
with Gaurav."
Did she write this letter?
Yes, of course she did.
That's her signature.
The letter is typed,
but the signature is hers.
Bhaiya, here's some halwa for you.
"Bhaiya"?
-Miss Namrata Gehlot?
-Yes.
You said she is out of town.
-Yeah, but--
-But, but…
But Bathinda is so close!
She had gone to Bathinda
for a prayer meet. She's back.
You said she went for work.
Yeah. She worked all day.
Then she attended
an all-night prayer meet in Bathinda.
And now she's back.
She's Gen Z, and yet very religious.
You can never typecast her. Cutie!
Look, she brought halwa.
Would you like to have carrot halwa?
-Did you write this letter?
-Yes, she did.
Remember, you signed it?
I typed it, remember?
Hands off, shut up, and step aside!
I typed it.
For the adoption, Gaurav has entered
your name as the supporting family member.
Are you aware of this?
Yeah.
Gaurav has also stated
that you will never get married.
Is this true?
Miss Namrata Gehlot,
look me in the eye and answer me.
Will you ever get married? Yes or no?
Speak up.
-Miss Namrata Gehlot--
-I won't.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
I'm sure.
Anyway, what's in a marriage, ma'am?
Lifelong love, companionship,
so overrated.
She won't.
Please submit a copy of your ID proof.
I'll bring it over, madam.
Excuse me.
Thank you, madam.
Nammo, I love you--
Cut the drama!
You forged my signature on a letter?
Are you my brother or a criminal?
Really? Remember when
you'd get an 'F' in school,
and you'd ask me
to forge Papa's signature,
I used to do it. Wasn't I a criminal then?
Lying to adopt a child is a sin.
It's okay. Because this paap
will make me a papa.
Shut up, Bhaiya!
-Hey, has the postman come yet?
-No, sir.
Yes, Nammo.
No, he hasn't come yet.
-Are you sure he didn't come?
-No, he hasn't.
Bro, are you even keeping a watch?
See, even a dog peed over here.
Hey, GG, Mom said you'll get
the result today. Has it come yet?
No, Aunty, I'm still waiting for it.
-I see. Let me know once you get it.
-Okay.
Where's the damn postman?
Sir, he hasn't come yet.
-Why are you looking up?
-Is he coming by air?
Sir, I've looked everywhere.
That's the only place left.
Fine. Just go.
Gaurav, did you get your result?
Did Papa tell you?
Listen, son, enough with this fixation.
No one can replace
your own flesh and blood.
-Sir!
-He's here! He's here!
-Give it to me.
-Idiot, that's not ours.
-Which one is mine?
-Our's…
-The yellow one?
-This one is yours.
Sorry.
Open it quickly.
What is it?
I'm eligible to adopt him!
-You are?
-I cleared HSR!
-I cleared it!
-Yes! Yes!
Congratulations, sir!
Guys! I'm going to be a papa!
-You're gonna be a chacha!
-A chacha.
-How about me?
-You'll remain a security guard. Beat it.
Bro, I cleared it!
-This calls for a party. Come on!
-No. Not now. I don't want to jinx it.
We'll party after the immediate placement.
Bro, just one bottle.
Five drinks, that's it.
Pawan, look. Except for Mummy and Papa,
everyone's given me great reviews.
-Even Aparna did.
-This calls for at least a beer.
Give this to me.
I'm going to get it laminated.
Oh my! How cute!
-Bro! Way to go, tiger!
-It's done, bro!
I've always known
that GG's ballsiness will bear fruit.
Bro, GG's hands were trembling.
Wait a second. Let me get the phone.
-It's Shlok.
-Ask him if his mom is okay.
Yes, Shlok?
Thank you, buddy.
I couldn't have done it without you.
Now tell me,
when should I come to pick up Amul?
Bad news, sir.
Mom gave Amul's custody to Sayonee.
What? Why?
I cleared the HSR. I even left my home.
How can she do this?
According to the rule book…
the Chairperson of CACA
has the veto power.
She has chosen Sayonee for Amul.
I'm really sorry, sir.
This is wrong, bro. This is wrong.
In fact, this is injustice.
I just don't get it, man.
Why is this woman hell-bent
on keeping me away from my child?
GG, I think it's time
to show Nehra your own power.
-No, we can't beat anyone up for this.
-No, I didn't mean that.
-Power, man!
-What other power do we have?
Where do you think you are?
Don't you know your bro's got clout?
Jasmine's uncle is the Joint Secretary
in the Railway Ministry.
Let's go and meet him.
I don't want a Tatkal ticket, I want Amul!
Bro, politicians have connections.
He might know someone
at Women and Child Development Board.
Right.
I've messaged Uncle.
We'll meet him right after his meeting.
Don't worry.
-Are the papers ready?
-Yeah.
-Has the CWC been informed?
-Yes, ma'am.
Isn't that her?
The Women and Child Development Minister
Mrs. Ketki Talsania.
Yes.
A sign from God.
-Where are you going?
-Let me go.
What will I tell Uncle?
-Pawan!
-I pay my respects, Uncle.
Tell me, what's the matter?
I…
needed a Tatkal ticket.
I want the minutes
for the CWC meeting on my table.
-Okay, ma'am.
-Ma'am!
-Ma'am! Ma'am!
-Who are you? Hands up!
Sir, I… Ma'am, I just need
two minutes of your time.
I'm totally harmless.
I can keep my hands up while I talk.
Tell me.
Ma'am, my name is Gaurav and I--
I want to be a father, ma'am.
But Mrs. Nehra keeps turning me down.
This is a relationship issue
between you and your wife.
What can I do about it?
Husband and wife?
Mrs. Nehra is not my wife!
She's the chairperson of CACA,
Mrs. Romi Nehra.
So you want to adopt?
Yes. I've cleared all the formalities.
I've even passed the HSR.
But she still won't give Amul to me.
Amul?
Amul… Let me tell you from the beginning.
Tomorrow 11:00 a.m., my office.
Elevator pitches
are not for the government,
they are for the corporate world.
-Put your hands down.
-Thank you.
Mrs. Nehra, after clearing the second HSR,
baby Amul should've
gone to Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.
Why did you decide
to give him to Ms. Ghosh?
Experience, Mr. Bhatnagar.
Gaurav believes that
just because he saved Amul's life,
he has the first right to Amul.
He's an entitled man
with savior complex.
Whereas Sayonee
is more suited to being the parent.
Her parents are also with her.
Unlike Gaurav's parents
who, at the very mention of adoption,
came out with guns and knives.
I've left that house.
Even worse.
Because for the first time in 32 years,
he'll be living alone.
Do we want to hand over Amul
to a man who, till date,
has never lived independently?
Everything was done for him
either by his mother, or his wife.
Who can't even make a cup of tea?
Gaurav, would you like to say something?
Ma'am, I didn't know making tea
is the test of a good father.
Or I would've learned that.
By the way,
which tea makes you a better father?
Cardamom tea or ginger tea?
Mr. Gaurav, do you think this is a joke?
No, ma'am.
Mrs. Nehra started the joke.
Sayonee and I are of the same age.
We're in the same income bracket.
We both run independent businesses.
We're both single.
Yes, her parents are supporting her.
But I have my sister to support me.
So, on what basis was it decided
that the child will be given to Sayonee
and not to me?
What's the guarantee
that she will be a good mother?
-Excuse me?
-Why not?
What if she turns out to be a bad parent?
How can you say that?
Of course, I can't say that
because you're a woman.
And everyone has already decided
that since you're a woman,
you'll be a better parent.
But sure,
raising children is a woman's job.
Wow!
How dare he?
That is so sexist.
It is. It is sexist!
But today,
I'm being subjected to sexism.
I mean, just because
she's a woman and I'm a man,
everyone has decided that
she'll be a better parent than me. Why?
I would like to ask the panel, please.
Is a mother's love everything?
Does daddy-love mean nothing?
And by the way,
"daddy-love" is actually a word.
I admit, I am entitled.
And maybe most men
in this country are like me.
But I'm willing to change.
I left my home for Amul.
I…
even quit my old ways.
And I'll give up anything
that's bad for him.
When Amul cries…
he calms down only when I hold him.
He reaches out only to hold my finger.
I may not have the skills to be a father,
but I have the heart of one.
And maybe it's God's will too,
because Amul could've been in any car,
but he chose mine.
He chose me.
So could you also
please choose me for him?
Let me be Amul's Single Papa.
Please.
They're calling you all in.
It's indeed a tough case.
But we have made our decision.
Miss Sayonee Ghosh…
we have no doubt that you will
be an excellent parent for Amul.
But to say that Mr. Gaurav Gehlot
is not a good parent
just because he is a man,
is highly unfair.
For a child, the most important thing
is unconditional love
and a child-first approach.
Mr. Gehlot has convinced us
that he is capable of both.
Therefore, we feel
that he deserves a chance.
Baby Amul's custody
is awarded to Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.
Yes! Nailed it!
Not so soon, Mr. Gehlot.
For now, custody is awarded to you
for only three months.
Ma'am, why are you all playing
emotional table tennis with me?
Please say it in one go.
I'm about to have a nervous breakdown.
This is a trial period.
And over this three-month
temporary foster care period,
you will have to prove
that you can truly raise Baby Amul well.
If Mr. Gaurav is successful in this,
he will be allowed
to adopt Amul permanently.
-We can do it.
-Yes, we can.
Please tell him what happens if he fails.
Then he will be sent back
to the orphanage,
so someone else can adopt him.
During this period, Mrs. Nehra,
you will keep a close
and impartial watch on Gaurav,
and report his progress to us.
This panel will reconvene in three months.
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
-It's fine, bro.
-"Impartial."
Your dadu made this for your papa.
I stole it for you.
Jatin, no one can replace
your own flesh and blood.
How could you let this happen?
You should've kept him in check.
Well done. Very strong.
Give this to me.
-Ashok Tomar-ji?
-Greetings.
-Namaste. How are you?
-Very well.
Aren't you a security guard
at Buckingham Palaces?
-Yes.
-Since when?
It's been about three years, madam.
And how much do you earn?
Only 15,000 rupees.
Is that enough to run your home?
It's not easy.
I'm newly married. you see, so…
So, would you like to work for me
for some extra income? Part-time.
What sort of work, madam?
What you already do. Keep watch.
Sure, I can do that.
But on Gaurav Gehlot's house.
-One who lives there?
-Yes.
Okay. Let me know.
-Okay, then, I'll call you.
-Okay.
Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews