Jagga Jasoos (2017) Script

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There's the first signal.

That's the second.

Waiting on the third.

There it is. Deploy! Deploy!

Go... go... go!

That's our final signal. Let's go.

Drop it, drop it. Fast!


A shower of weapons in broad daylight.

17th December 1995...

It was just another day for the villagers of Velamor.

The farmers were heading to their fields when suddenly...

Big huge umbrellas!

In the Purulia district of West Bengal...

This raises serious concerns about India's internal security.

A foreign aircraft has breached the Indian airspace dodging radars et Al.

For who? How did this cache of arms reach a village so small?

Who do these guns belong to? What's the plan?

The village is not a terrorist camp!

No guns can feed hunger.

We are the largest importers of arms in the world.

The whole system is corrupt.

Hand in glove waiting to erupt.

This is just the tip...

The tip of the iceberg.

The tip of the iceberg!

A bullet is cheaper than bread.

Questions unasked, answers unsaid.

Purulia... Purulia...

Purulia arms drop!


Jagga Jasoos and his magical world.

Fabulous characters and stories unfurled.

Breaking out of his own comic books page.

What if he pops up on the stage?

Let me present to you the new book of the series, Jagga Jasoos and the Magic of the Red Circle.

Be you a topper or a back-bencher, and if you love adventure, then, pick up, with no hiccup, a Jagga Jasoos comic book!

Stall number 37, please have a look.

Read and share, make your friends aware.

And get a special bonus for this task: an autographed Jagga mask!

Okay guys, it's all very informal and interactive.

Any doubts, just ask me. Okay?

So, let us start with the first...

First book!

Jagga Jasoos and the... Ma'am, ma'am!

He is saying that this autograph is a fake.

No, it is real. ls Jagga for real?

He is very real! As real as your dimple.

Just like the sound of this piano, Jagga too is real.

You've forced me to change my plans.

Okay guys... change in plans.

Let us rewind a little.

To Jagga's childhood.

Somewhere in Mainaguri, in a hospital teeny, the matron found a child whiny weeny.

In an accident he lost his mom and dad, was left all alone, lonely and sad.

No one came for him, passed days and years.

The hospital became Jagga's little universe.

Riding moon's back, piggyback like a sack.

To a world where he's not alone, here comes Jagga.

A piece of candy, face all dandy, in a style of his own, here comes Jagga.

A gift from above, forming bonds of love, tugs at your heart, as he goes about mingling.

With eyes almost weeping, under the stairs, you'll catch him sleeping.

A teeny weeny cot, a pint sized little thing.

Riding moon's back, piggyback like a sack, to a world where he's not alone, here comes Jagga.

He's one of a kind, with a heart that's divine.

Sleepless he lies on lonely nights, counting the stars that shine.

Bottled within, he's bubbling with tales.

But when it comes to talking, his tongue fails.

Jagga!

Though a little devil, his heart is not a wee bit bad.

Oh, he is a lovely lad.

Jagga!

If it's decided, for two souls to be united... come what may, they will come together in a red circle, and stay there forever.

Hey!

What's your name?

Name?

Tell me your name?

He hesitates... because he stutters.


Chocolatey Chunnu!

He's an imp, a moppet, a goat's furry poppet.

He's got tiny feet, tiny tail and whiny bleat.

Biscuita Bunnu!

He's Chunnu's pappy, he's tall n strappy.

With button-y eyes and a moustache that's quite sappy.

Chocolatey Chunnu.

On a terrible Tuesday, got into a bungle, lost in a jungle, trapped in the wild, Oh lonely!

Biscuita Bunnu.

Darts to the jungle, unjumbles the bungle, fights the wolves all alone, only!

Babu.

I had a friend.

He'd stutter no end. Can't talk, he would pretend.

People felt that he was so cute, but thought he was mute.

And then one day, he started talking, rat-a-tat, non-stop, no pause.

Ask me how?

Our brain... it... is... like a walnut.

It has two parts.

Left... Right.

For example, when I'm talking, I'm using the left side.

Left is for logic, left is systematic.

And the song that I was singing?

That was from the right side.

This right side of ours, is... is a little nutty, is creative.

So, then what did Babu do?

He quit talking from the left.

Started talking from the right.

In songs.

And never ever stuttered again.

Really!

Now, I'll ask you a question.

And you... sing and answer.

Okay?

And then you'll see... magic!

C'mon, tell me what's your name?

Don't fear... you sing and answer.

C'mon, tell me what's your name?

My name is... Jagga.

Now ask me, what's my name?

Wha... what?

Totally broken bones. Fully fractured fate.

You can call me Tutifuti.

What will you call me?

Tutifuti.

Chocolatey Chunnu!

Chunnu is a little lamb tiny teeny-weeny.

Chocolatey brown, chocolatey brown.

Biscuita Bunnu he is teensy weensy.

Chunnu's nappy, tall and strappy.

Eyes round and button-y and a moustache that's quite sappy.


Odd n mismatched, O what a pair.

One sang his mind with not a care.

And the other whose luck was rather unfair.

In a world that's jinxed, it's often said when your road looks smooth, no rubble, at the crossroad of life, all decked up and nice, eagerly awaits Ms. Trouble.

We need more job opportunities for the youth.

So many of us do not have access to even basic education and healthcare.

The state must take care of its citizens.

Our mothers and sisters need to feel safe on the streets.

Give way, please.

We have gathered here to peacefully ask the state for our demands.

Excuse us.

Give way, please.

Who's this guy?


Oh, no!


Break it open. Yes sir.

Don't let him get away.

Hey, stop! Reverse the car.


W... W... W...

When will you come back for me?

I'll be back in 6 months, 7 days and 8 hours.

Lies.

Just lies.

The big toe rides your small toe each time that you... lie.

Lies.

Just lies.

Brat!


Tutifuti left, just as he came. All of a sudden.

And Jagga was left with many questions - What, who, where and why?

The answers, his curious mind set out to find. What an obsession!

To find the answer to every mystery and every question!

The best gunman by far, no fancy car.

Neither an overcoat nor judo.

Nabbing thieves is child's play.

A la snakes n ladders or ludo.

Stiff hair as an antenna helps him spy.

Sharper than binocs and x-ray, his eyes that magnify.

Mastermind of a cartoony kind.

With a thousand childish quirks.

Has a naughty smile, and a weirdo style.

Eccentric, with a brain that works.

Ukhrul's heartbeat:

He is Jagga Jasoos.

Cheats, crooks, pretty thieves, he blows them out like fuse.

The password to Jagga's world is safe with me.

'Cause in his many sagas is my special story.

Mastermind of a cartoony kind.

Eccentric, with a brain that works.


Can someone tell me what the time is?

Left turn!


This con-job involves three layers.

Love triangle with three players.

Mr. Bhaduri and Ms. Mala.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala.

Mrs. Bhaduri, she teaches history. her husband is her soft spot.

Ms. Mala, very stylish.

Teaches English.

Amongst the boys she's quite sought!

Mr. Bhaduri.

Attention! PT teacher.

Steady body, wayward heart.

June was about to start.

Thunder! Lightening!

Pitter patter showers.

Ms. Mala's body was found below the clock tower.

It is clear. Definitely suicide.


Ms. Mala Moitra was not only loved by the students and faculty alike, but also an inspiration to all.

She was the heart and soul of the English department and Culture Club.

N... N... N... not suicide. It is murder.

Jagga said it is a murder.

It is murder.


Everyone says it is suicide. You say it is a murder!

How is it a murder?

Early morning Ms. Mala went out for milk to buy.

Oh! Must commit suicide, she thought.

Then, she jumped off the tower, good bye!

It's true.

You have a point.

She who soaks beans in the night, come morning why would she commit suicide?

Dimwit. It's suicide.

It could be a last minute plan.

Get me a cola.

Could be an early morning thought, mind must be in a knot.

"With life I cannot cope, death's my only hope."

It's m... mu... murder.

It is murder!

Shall I pop it? Hup!

According to Mr. Milkman the clock tower was their secret hideout.

Buying milk was only a way to get out.

Actually they...

Wanted to drink the milk and keep the cream.

This, everyone knows!

Do they?

We do.

Tell me something new.

Should I? Shall I pop it?

Shhh!

Inside the tower entered three.

6:15 exits the wife. No one but she.

6:30, Ms. Mala. 6:45, the husband, carefree!

But, at 7, out come only two.

So?

So... arrest them.

My foot! Arrest them?

When Ms. Mala jumped from the tower where was Mrs. Bhaduri and her husband dear?

Where?

In school.

Everyone knows it.

You know?

We know... we know... we know.

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

How was one man in two places. How?

How was one man in two places. How?

How?

How?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

How was one man in two places. How?

How?

How?

O How?

The sticker in the cereal pack is right at the bottom, whack!

This ten-day wait bores to death.

I have to eat the whole box for just a sticker.

My little fool.

First turn the packet upside down.

Now, open it.

The sticker at the bottom will now be on top.

So, what is the moral of the story?

When you can't figure something straight, turn it on its head and look.

When you can't figure something straight, turn it on its head and look.


'Twas bright and early in the morn Singi song dingi dong, lover's dawn.

Mr. Bhaduri and Ms. Mala.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala!

One who met her everyday.

The lovers' secret he would betray.

He sent their love story astray.

Mr. Milkman, and his foul play.

Quietly, without uttering word, he flew to the lady like a bird.

He blurted it all, secrets, big and small.

Gave a sample of a snitch.

Keeping quiet without a twitch.

Then, went for the big six.

Yes... your husband has some extra marital tricks.

He's a fraud, oh he's a quack.

He has stabbed you in your back.

The ship sank.

Everything is blank.

Take this, with thanks.

Bouncy stride and heart aflutter, Ms. Mala's off for coochie coo.

Gritsy gutsy appears madam with her Kung Fu.

Shameless, spineless twit!

That's not me, it's you, you twit!

Why my hubby, my man?

Control love, who can?

Cambodia, Colombia, Estonia, Algeria, Kulumeria, Veldoria, Kandetoh, Haribol!

That's how this story goes tra la la!

Gory and dark, what could've been gala.

Lost in love and lost her life.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala!

Jagga, but we all saw Ms. Mala jump from the clock tower.

The dead body fell with a loud crash!

All were stunned with the smash.

What happened in that fatal one hour?

The secret is safe in the clock tower.

Tick tock.

Tick tock... tick tock.

The body lay in front of our eyes.

Mrs. Bhaduri stood by with her lies.

Her hands were stained with Mala's blood.

Blood.

Not like that... from the epiglottis... Blood.

Blood!

Blood!

Tick Took... Blood!

Tick tock... Blood.

Such moments leave you at loss for words.

But, our Mr. Bhaduri was a smart sly bird.

His wedding vows were now at stake.

Scratched his head for clarity sake and thought, what to do?

Tick tock... what to do?

He ran, distraught. From Humpu's garden a rope he got, and tied the corpse against the clock with a Magic knot.

What? Magic knot!

Magic knot?

Basically, this knot is used for mountain climbing and to tie horses.

If you loop the rope once and pull a second loop from under the first one and pull tight.

Basically, though this is very tight it takes just a tug at the other end to undo the knot.

Bid adieu to the corpse, and set the deathly tick took.

By the hands of the clock.

Hands of the clock.

Hands of the clock.

Tick tock... Hands of the clock.

Tick tock... Hands of the clock.

Tick tock... Hands of the clock.

What to do... Hands of the clock.

What to do... Hands of the clock.

What to do... Hands of the clock.


Behind his smiling face, was hidden, a lonesome, lonely Jagga.

Come summer, other kids would go away.

Empty chairs, tables and beds would stay.

And... a lonesome, lonely Jagga.


There was a bridge connecting Jagga's present and past.

Made of video tapes.

On every birthday, there would be a new tape added to this bridge.

One that Tutifuti would send from some corner of the world.

I do envy Jagga at times.

Tutifuti had taught Jagga the spirit of living, from miles away, just through these video tapes. which despite staying together most parents fail at.

This one tape would bring Jagga his annual supply of oxygen.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, dear Jagga!

There are only two kinds of people in this world.

Nails and hammers.

Which do you want to be?

You decide.

This is a magazine.

Safety lock.

Off spin... leg spin.

Worries and googlies, spot them early, and you will hit a six.

Else, you'll be in a fix.

The human mind and a parachute are alike.

If they are open, it's great Else, you are dead.

Start from up.

The other way... wrong.

Not the other way.

E-Minor.

Life's biggest disease today is worrying about what people will say?

Till the time a thief is not caught, he isn't a thief, he is an artist.

If you want to punch, make a fist at the last minute, it will double the force at which it lands.

This year, you will get no pocket money.

Pay your school fees on your own.

It's simple.

Catch fish and sell it in the market.

Feluda, Sherlock, Ray, Ghatak, Hitchcock.

Maradona, Sampras, Sir Don Bradman, Louis Armstrong, Elvis, Jackson.

Hitler, Chenghis, Scarlett.

Modern Times by Chaplin.

Happy birthday to you.

You... are...... here... somewhere.

Or then... you are nowhere.

Yet again.

Yet again.

Dreams with broken wings, yet again.

Yet again.

Yet again.

Upset unfulfilled yearnings, yet again.

Yet again.

Yet again.

The cloud of doom.

Why is my heart, so filled with gloom?

First you bond then break my heart.

Why did you come, if you had to part?

With some excuse as you depart, yet again.

Yet again.


Photographs.

Their death certificates.

VHS tape?

You are a free man, Bagchi.

Go back to life.

So long, sir.

Green light.


Tutifuti and Jagga were miles apart.

Will his last tape ever reach Jagga?

The answer can be found in here.

What happened to Tutifuti? ls he dead?

Your answer is in this book.

But to get to this one, we must first read this book.

The second book of the series...

Jagga Jasoos and the Murder on the Giant Wheel.

Look, look, so beautiful, look, look, so mesmerizing.

These lands are so green, this town is like a jewel.

By the way, we too are characters from a comic book.

And 'He' is the writer.

The one with the office behind the clouds.

Sometimes, for two estranged characters to meet, He creates a third twist in the plot, that no one can predict.

From the Shirui mountains to Loktak lake, our motherland is so beautiful.

This case isn't one of Jagga's best.

But, it is my favourite.

And... for very good reason.

Look, look, so beautiful, look, look, so mesmerizing.

These lands are so green, this town is like a jewel.

Look, look, so beautiful, look, look, so mesmerizing.

These lands are so green, this town is like a jewel.


Whose bags are these?


Take the bullet out.

Take the bullet out... fast!


Hello!


ls the ambulance here? Not yet, sir.

Look under that.

Hey!

Why are you touching it?

Look up there. Okay, sir.

Did you check thoroughly? Found anything?

No, sir. Nothing.


Ma'am, keep walking straight ahead.

Do not turn to look back.

The moment is right.

The lovers unite.

There is a scandal.

One, you cannot handle.

There is a scandal.

One, you cannot handle.

Can't we go somewhere else?

It would be safest on the giant wheel.

Their people are all around.

I feel giddy in these rides.

Hey! Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

What is the information?


There is a scandal.

One, you cannot handle.

There is a scandal.

One, you cannot handle.

There is a scandal.

One, you cannot handle.


Move aside. Move!


S... S... S...


Some flowers, to bloom take a little time.

My words, too, sleepily fall in line.

Which is why I sing it out, you know, so it comes out smooth.

Without consent, entered your den.

I agree it's a mistake.

I did it for good intentions' sake.

Need to find out what is behind this mystery.

What is your role in this? What is your history?

The commotion in Ukhrul that you have created the solution for which is sincerely awaited.

Hello! Help! Manager!

Not anyone else, only I can help you out.

Just spill the beans to clear my doubts.

Manager!

Anyone there?

He who is dead, who was he?

What's the scam that he had done?

Was what he did that killed him, the same one?

How do you know all this?

Did he have some scoop so grim?

Something so deadly that it actually killed him.

Why should I tell you, tell me please?

Instead I'll just call the police.

What?

What?

The police are already on their way.

What will you say?

How will you save yourself today?

Let me tell you my love, the body's been found.

The murder weapon has your finger prints abound.

Can I h... hel...?

What's your name?

J... J... J...

Got it.

No, listen. Can I h...?

No, thank you.

I can take care of myself.


Ms. Shruti...

I know you, Ms. Sh... Sh...

The hotel register has your name as Sangeeta.

But, your real name is Shruti. Isn't it, Ms. Shruti Sengupta?

Age: 26.

25.

Oops. Sorry.

Schooled in London, your accent gives you away.

"Help... Police!"

This accent is western, I say.

From Calcutta, a journalist you are.

Illegal arms form your story, so far.

Actually, it's not your fault, I'll blame it on your bad luck that's just not leaving you, it's badly stuck.

Even on the bridge, you're followed by ill luck.

In four steps... watch out!!

Your foot will get stuck.

1,2,3.

Stuck.

Help.

Where should I start?

F... F... From the beginning.

Hello.

Ma'am, I can't speak right now.

Let's meet in the evening. I'll see you at the fair at 5.

Poor Tumba, an ex-militant, he just wanted to save his brother.

He had to get the bullet taken out.

Those who killed him were a dangerous and lethal lot.

The local youth would be brainwashed and trained to become militants.

In the last phase of their training regime, new recruits are tricked to trade in arms.

If they escape the army, they would be killed the moment the job is done.

Tumba and his brother, escaped such an encounter, and became my informers.

They wanted to blow the covers off this cross border arms movement.

But they could not hide for long.

I was charged with murder.

And with them, the information on this secret route was silenced forever.

What does this mean?

I'm here with you because I want to.

What are you doing?

According to the police, you... a... a... are a murderer.

Thanks... for reminding me.

Hello. Hey!

Hey, Jagga!


Found her? Not yet. ls she still here or left?

Hasn't left Ukhrul, for sure.

She better not have.

The girl, her source, her investigation, put an end to it all.

Okay. Let's go.


Just a minute.

A girl in our hostel?

How did she get in?


Hello.

Halt!

I'm from Jhumri Talaiya.

You are maybe from Timbuktu.

If we're meant to, we'll surely meet.

Even if after that, I never see you.

It's fate that made us two collide.

Our stories will surely coincide. F... F... Fire.

Fire! F... F... F...

Fire! F... F... fire!

Fire brigade.

The world, it suddenly seems more bright.

Out to please me with delight.

Tends to my whims, real polite.

The world, it suddenly seems more bright.

Out to please me with delight.

Tends to my whims, real polite.

Are you angry?

Are you angry?

Are you angry?

She asks me if I'm angry!

Feluda got burnt, so did Sherlock.

Hostel said, "No entry", will be sealed with a lock.

My stubble from my very first shave.

My binocs from Nainital, I couldn't save.

My mouth organ, my little lamp, my tea kettle, my canvas cap, my underpants, my towel my bed burnt to rubble.

I'm doomed!

And, you ask, if I am angry.

I never wanted your help, never once did I ask.

How dare you think you could take me to task?

Older than you, am I.

A little respect, you may try.

It's my case, I can handle it.

You go your way, ta-ta, goodbye.

And now don't you dare come following me!

Why am I singing?

My home is a burning desert.

Yours, maybe in the North pole.

But, if we do run into one another, the world will go out of control.

I'll leave some songs for you to sing, some simple words to heal your soul.

The world, it suddenly seems more bright.

Out to please me with delight.

Tends to my whims, real polite.

The world, it suddenly seems more bright.

Out to please me with delight.

Tends to my whims, real polite.

ls there a brave one amongst you all?

The brave one to face a knife will Win 1000!

Face two to get 3000, and three to win 5000!

The brave one in the yellow shirt.

Come up on stage.

Give him a big round of applause.

He's brave indeed!


It is much bigger than I thought. What will happen to me?

The killer has escaped, now, the rest of my life in prison.

Question mark?

Now that you have been a silly fool.

Who else knows that you are in Ukhrul?

Just my editor.

And A... A... Akash Vidyarthi?

Question mark?

You and Akash are from the same profession.

Always writing in collaboration?

So what happened this time?

Ego?

Or a job switch?

Professional rivalry?

Or a personal glitch?

Personal glitch?

Nothing like that.

After our engagement, we decided not to work together.

Engagement?

Question mark...?

Your world has gone haywire, askew.

He's not bothered nor are you.

Strange.

Not even a call?

He is with me, even when he is not.

He understands it all.

Whether spoken or not.

This kind of love, in books you read.

I'm nothing without him, he's my need.

Understood?

From the files you asked for...

Here... December 2004...

In the forest, 21 dead bodies found under mysterious circumstances.

They were all young boys between 16-25 years of age.

This is from six month ago.

15 bodies were found in Kamjong.

Reason of death: Unknown.

Here's the book on Netaji.

Netaji?

Papa... w... w... who's this?

Netaji... Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.

Do you know why his statue is here? w... w... Why?

In the year 1944, the war was on in full force.

The British were facing Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.

Via Burma he planned his army to attack.

Hidden from the Brits through a secret track.

Which track?

Under the hills, hidden behind trees, was a small cave through which flowed a river.

The cave passage is 2O kms long.

On one end is Burma and on the other is Ukhrul.

Walking for three whole days non-stop.

Excess of calcium in every drop, white feet, is what everyone got.

After three days, they leave the cave on a track unsteady.

They were in for a shock to see the Kayans waiting and ready.

Kayan?

Kayans are a tribe from this state.

They have a unique trait.

Away from the world a hidden life they lead.

The men of the hamlet, elephants they breed.

Makes sense.

To smuggle out all the weapons from this jungle, what better mode of transport than elephants?

The route that Netaji used is now used to smuggle weapons.

We're late.

The men are missing, elephants, too.


Hurry, that is enough!

We are short on time and have a long way to go.

Let's go.


There! Look, who is there?

Be careful. And make it fast.

Echo".

Isn't she the girl you've been searching for?

Do I look like I've lost it?

Echo...

Shruti Sen...

Shruti Sengupta?

I read your articles. They are good!

There was one more reporter with you, right?

What was his name?

Akash.

Hey, Churko.

Yes, sir.

Killed him in Chhattisgarh.

Yes.

Didn't we kill him in front of you at Billai?

Still didn't get the warning?

You've come here to die?

Sad, huh?

Why?

Finish them off.


Freeze!

Don't move.


(BIHU FOLK SONG)


I can never get myself to do anything right.

If it weren't for you...

C... C... Cool.

I...

P... Ph... Phone...

And...

Happy birthday!

I do a bit of snooping, too.

Jagga.

If you need me, I'm always there for you.

I feel I felt a slight little shake, my life just stopped with a sudden brake.

Why my heart, are you confused?

My advice I think you should take.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

Dude!

C'mon build your body.

Pump your muscle.

Your cheeks are too soft, grow a stubble.

C'mon dude, get set.

Give the deo some trouble.

Make the girl next door pop your bubble.

Take off one button or make it double.

Bare your chest with the overgrown stubble.

You were pushing around a cycle, now pick a bike that you can find.

If the speed's getting you the chill, make a girl sit behind.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

Dude!

This is just the age, to err a mistake.

This is just the age, to err a mistake.


Hi, Santa.

Son, your courier is not here.

It's okay, it happens.

Happy birthday.

Sorry, sir.

Sir, we've had no one here in 10 years.

I wonder where these two have come from.


You know what you are called in our circuit, don't you?

Blackmail Sinha.

You were to get goods worth millions.

And all you've got is this scrap?

Sinha!

Sir, just hold on a second.

This is just the appetizer.

The main course is yet to come.

And, by the way, this main course, is nothing but your death certificate.

Do you know what this is?

This will expose you and your Godfather, Bashir Alexander.

If this tape goes public...

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Jagga...

Just give me a second.

Happy birthday to you.

I really didn't get that joke, Sinha.

Happy birthday to you.

I...

It's a... mistake.

This isn't that tape.

Actually, I do have the tape with me. I...

It's just that...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, Jagga.

Nothing has come.

No package for you, son.

It would've been here, if it had to.

If it does arrive, I'll deliver it to the hostel.

Jagga.


H... H... H...

He didn't even...

tell me his name.

Tu... Tuti... futi...

B... Bagchi Badal Bagchi

Tutifuti Badal Bagchi.


Sad, isn't it? Yes!

Anyway, let's take a break?

We'll continue with the third book when we're back.

Okay? Yes.

We'll meet after 15 minutes.

Okay?

Bye.


If it wasn't for Bagchi's bad luck striking at the right time and place, no one would know about the Puruliia's arms drop case.

Such cases occur daily around the world.

Yemen, Syria, Palestine, Libya...

There is a common link between all these arms drops.

This emblem... this isn't a emblem.

It's two people - Basheer, Alexander.

No one has ever seen them.

Interpol's most wanted illegal arms smuggler and supplier.

And India is their biggest market.

And why not, there are so many militant groups.

How many could there be?

Any guesses?

10?

300?

400'?

About 500.

Ever wonder, people who are starving away, where do they get these expensive guns from?

Someone must be behind this.

This is what our next book is all about.

Bored, aren't you?

Arms drop in Purulia.

Why do we care?

A bomb blows up on the Patna Express.

Why do we care?

Our door has a lucky charm.

We're safe from all harm.

Why do we care?

Factories swallow every field.

Why do we care?

Farmers commit suicide, no yield.

Why do we care?

Our door has a lucky charm.

We're safe from all harm.

Why do we care?

A hospital, the village has none.

Why do we care?

But a sale in the mall, what fun!

We're set, you bet.

Thanks to our lucky charm.

We're safe from all harm.

Why do we care?

The nation is trivial, only votes matter.

Why do we care?

Riots rampant, people out to slaughter.

Why do we care?

Thanks to our lucky charm.

Thanks to our lucky charm.

Thanks to our lucky charm.

We're safe from all harm.

Happy birthday to you.


What have you got?

Their death certificates.

VHS tape?

You should've gotten a player, too.

Anything else?

Pope's Christmas gift to seven countries.

"Airdropping cakes."

Instead of cakes... They will drop weapons.

We can't do jack!

There's the KGB and CIA.

They'll sort it out.

But sir, I'm this close to it.

Would you like to bathe?

You're a free man, Bagchi.

Go back to life.

So long, sir.

Green light.

Yes, sir.

Dodged a 100 obstacles, on a banana peel, he slipped.

Who else, but Bagchi, has a fate so flipped?

His destiny is harmed, fails even the lucky charm.

No charm, no gemstone, holds favor over his fortune.

His stars align into a failed constellation.

A stray arrow, too, cannot refuse his backside's invitation.

It's a complicated situation, without explanation.

His luck has severe constipation.

Do you know what this is?

This will expose you and your Godfather, Bashir Alexander.

If this tape goes public...

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Jagga...


I am Harsh Upadhyay.

Chemistry Honors, '93 batch.

It is because of Bagchi-sir that I... actually, many students like me, found our sense of purpose.

This is not a time to mourn him.

In fact, he was the youngest professor in our department.

Bad Luck Bagchi.

Sorry.

Badal-sir.

Bagchi-sir.

He was probably the only professor who didn't take attendance in class.

We, as students could never understand him...

I am sorry...

I won't be able to speak further... thank you.

Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.

I sit on the riverbank, sad and alone.

The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended.

The river is swollen.

Jagga.

Hello.

My name is Kishan Pal Sinha.

Bagchi was my colleague.

I put this obituary in the newspaper... to find you.

As a matter of fact, I cremated him, too.

Had I known he had a son, I would have waited.

H... how...

How... how...

How did he die?

Let's go to my office and talk.

Come.

Sit.

When I was a child...

you left a note.

What did you write?

Oh, yes.

To dad.

Yes, I wrote a letter to Bagchi.

Oh, you were there?

Did your father ever tell you his full name?

No?

Why?

He... was a nice man.

He was a very nice man.

But, he was running from the Police.

He was charged with murder.

No. He was framed.

In the letter, I made an offer to him, I told him that I would get the charge dropped... if he worked for us.

Who is "Us"?

I can't tell you that.

It's confidential.

Alright.

Fair enough.

We need to gain your trust.

Isn't it?

(Okay.)'-

This lawyer's office that you see...

It is just a facade.

We work for the intelligence department.

A government body.

And Bagchi was working for us on a very important mission.

Six years of work.

His hard work of six years was all on that one tape.

But, Bagchi being Bagchi... he goofed up as usual.

Do you know what his friends called him?

Bad Luck Bagchi.

Sad, but true.

Here... this is the tape he gave me.

This one.

But, this is your birthday tape.

And the tape that was to come to us, went to you instead.

Son, if you want this tape, you bring us our tape and take this one in return.

N... N... N...

No, I don't have it.

You do...

What proof do you have that he's dead?

Gupta. Yes, sir.

Sir.

The body was charred along with the car.

Look.

When did this happen?

It...

It happened on 3rd August.

Three weeks ago.

It was really a sad day.

I really...

He's alive. l... l...

I got a call two weeks ago... from dad.

From Moombaka.

Here.

Hold this.

Write... write down your address.

What... do you wear to sleep?

What I mean is, you'll have to stay here tonight.

Gupta!

Shrivastav. Sir.

Some water, please.

Hey, Gupta.

Catch him.

Don't let him escape.

Catch him!


Search every nook and cranny of Kolkata.

Every street, every hotel, every bus stop, every airport.

I need Jagga.

I need my tape... tape.

Yes?

Hi... I...

Party's over... no one's at home.

Everyone's left.

Jagga! What a pleasant surprise!

It's Shruti's friend...

Come.

How many roads must a man...

Guess who?

Jagga.

Jagga? Michael.

Lights off.

Sit... sit.

My neighbor, Ganguly, is very stuck up.

Yes?

No, the party's over.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

How come they left?

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

Empty house, no song, no sonata.

Empty house, no song, no sonata.

Ramu's left behind, the rest have left.

They've left.

Banerjee, Ahuja and Khambatta.

Banerjee, Ahuja and Khambatta.

Saying goodbye and ta ta.

They've all left.


They've left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

The philosophy of life, let me simplify.

Life is too short, live it before you die.

It's a non-stop party for all, l believe. l agree!

You eat, you drink and then you leave.

You eat, you drink and then you leave.

A life is a good life only if...

A life is a good life only if...

Without a wince, you ate, you drank, you left.

Empty house, no song, no sonata.

Empty house, no song, no sonata.

Ramu's left behind, rest have left.

They've left.

Really?

They've left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They ate, they drank, they left.

They've left.

Do... Do... Do you know him?

Professor Bagchi?

Professor Bagchi is your father?

Yes. He is... T... T...

He is Tutifuti? Y... Yes.

You know...

I don't believe it.

'Purulia Arms Drop Bagchi' is your father?

Such a small world.


Step back. Move!

A shower of weapons in broad daylight.

17th December...

We didn't call him Bad Luck Bagchi for nothing.

With him around, you could be assured that trouble would follow.

Not sure, if that was his bad luck or good luck.

But, had he not have been there, the world would have never known about the Purulia arms drop episode.

Once Bagchi set his mind on something; that was it.

He said, this incident appeared in front of the world by accident.

Otherwise, such cases would have continued undiscovered.

Imagine, a single man alone, exposed an international conspiracy!

And spilled it out on to the streets of Kolkata.

A foreign aircraft enters Indian airspace openly drops arms and doesn't get detected?

How can that happen without someone from the inside being involved?

And you won't print it?

Sir, I'll lose my job.

And... the plane's pilot...

Kim Davey.

He crossed the border in a VIP car.

Think about it. I'm sorry, sir.

But, he is right.

We need facts.

And to print such a theory, we need some proof.

Proof?

I'll get you proof.

Sir... Sir...

No, no. I'll get you the proof.

Print the story after that. Sir, please listen to us.

And from then on Bagchi-sir set out to find evidence.

He would send his student, Samrat with the evidence.

Which I kept publishing.

As he got deeper into the case, names of bigger fish started emerging.

Obviously, these powerful people had a problem with him.

Then one day, Samrat didn't turn up.

The Police turned up the next morning.

The Sinha that you talk about, was an Investigating Officer.

He was on the Purulia arms drop case.

Yes, but he was thrown out of the bureau a while back.

Corruption charges.

So then, what secret mission?

No, it was Sinha's conspiracy for treason.

He handpicked seven, tested and tried men.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

All were bumped off, except Tutifuti, the thorn in his side.

No, I'm sorry.

But, how do you know Bagchi-sir is alive?

The photograph of the charred body was fake.

Never has Tutifuti worn canvas shoes to date.

Moombaka's mention alerted Sinha.

He was worried about exposing his mission.

Like the lie he sought had been caught.

How do you know about Moombaka?

ISD.

The code?

+254.

Whose murder was Bagchi charged with?

Our friend, Samrat.

Unfortunately, I was the one to write out his last story.

Stop the car!

Open the boot.

It is open.

Hey, hey. Stop!

Don't let him get away.


Gautam Buddha drew a red circle and said, "if two people are destined to be together, they will come into this red circle, meet and will never ever separate."

Like us.

This is me...

This is you.

Jagga, you don't need to convince me.

If it weren't for you, I'd be in jail.

If you need me, I'm there.

Yes, sir.

Really?

Thank you.

He said that the passport and visa would be done.

Your clue?

H... Hotel...

Agapastala.

And plan?

Y... You.

To search for a man in Moombaka with just his phone number... is like looking for the Taj Mahal in Kolkata.

T... T... T...

Taxi.

Taxi.

T... T... T...

Tutifuti?

T... T... Tutifuti.

Come with me.

How will I be of any help?

Am I a genie?

Taxi.

No, a carbon copy. Carbon what?

Of my dad. Taxi.

Taxi.

Taxi.

What do you mean that I'm a copy of your father?

C... C... C...

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

Just come along, Hun.

A web of bad luck will be spun.

And the Taj Mahal will come to Kolkata, it'll be done.

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

Bad luck, huh?

We won't find Tutifuti.

Instead, you will be doomed with my bad luck.

No... no!

In Ukhrul, you got stuck.

Your bad luck was my good luck.

We were meant to meet.

You'll take me to my dad, the journey... complete.

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

I never thought you could be this illogical!

I've studied the science of bad luck, through and through.

Just trust in me and I guarantee.

What nonsense!

The banana peel, that made my father slip...

Now, the same peel will make you flip.

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

Theory won't do.

Prove it, practically.

Then, I'll believe you.

C... C... Cool.

36 eggs, one is cracked.

You will pick that one, I'm sure.

My dad's bad luck is same as yours, you'll be drawn towards the broken egg's allure.

'Cause you are that bad lucky.


'Cause you both are bad lucky.

'Cause you both are bad lucky.

No, sir.

We've checked the school, hostel, everywhere.

No luck.

Why am I not surprised?

But, sir. I've got interesting news.

Last month in Burma... Sir, here. Have some hot tea. the arms racket bust, was Jagga's doing.

This means that the tape is definitely with him.

And if he didn't have the tape, he would never have been able to figure out the Burma route.

Anything else?

And sir, a journalist from Kolkata was with him.

Shruti. Shruti Sengupta.

Shruti Sengupta, sir.

Shruti Sengupta.

Can't believe I'm doing this.

If your bad luck theory backfires, don't blame me.

Pray that the plane takes off safely.

S... S... Seat-belt.

Sorry.

Sir.

Sir, the tape.

It happens, sir.

Welcome to Moombaka. You want my gun?

Hey! What is this?

You are damaging my car!

Will you buy me a new car?

What is wrong with you?

What are you doing?

Shooting.

What did I tell you to do?

Did I ask you to shoot or follow them?

Shoot.

Huh?

Follow?

Where?

Hotel Agapastala.

Which Agapastala?

What do you mean which Agapastala?

Beside Labambala.

You mean there are more than one?

How many Agapastalas are there?

100 total.

In the Moombaka nation.

What?

No, no, 98.

I hope you're joking, right?

Everything's set.

I swear to God.

Oh, you're such a fraud.

Just like every African jungle has a deer named Impala.

Come to the point.

Similarly, in Moombaka at every turn there's a Hotel Agapastala.

Beside Labambala?

Why didn't you tell me before? You never asked me before.

Hotel Agapastala?

Yes, Agapastala. Yes, Agapastala.

Okay... okay.


Yes. Tell me, Gupta.

Sir, we've found the tape.

What are you saying?

Are you sure it's the right tape?

Did you check it?

Sinha, Ahuja here.

I saw your tape. All okay.

Sinha, just get rid of these two kids.

Sir, but... the deal was for the tape.

Not to get rid of them.

You family is waiting for you in Nainital.

And you want to play deal or no deal?

Well you are absolutely right, sir.

Alright.

I will finish the job and then return.

Give me the gun.

The small one, please.

Shall I go, sir?

Last chance.

Sir.

Sit right here.


No, I don't know.


Passport.

These two?

Money? ln my bag.


Why does it go where it shouldn't?

This heart's a fool.

Why try a fractured destiny?

This heart's a fool.

Why does it go where it shouldn't?

This heart's a fool.

Why try a fractured destiny?

This heart's a fool.

Senseless are its ways.

Knowingly invites trouble grave.

In a flash it comes and goes, this heart is like small change.

Why does it go where it shouldn't?

This heart's a fool.


It's confused.

It believes in friendship.

Lost in the colors of friendship.

Drenched in love.

Can't escape it, can't let it go.

Makes castles in the air, this heart's a king's lair.

Why does it go where it shouldn't?

This heart's a fool.


M... M... My lips were dry.

Please get me one omlette.

They have taken this route.

I know where they are going.

Shundi.


Search the whole place.


Across 56 hotels, the search is complete.

20 more to go, the target is close.

Just two days more!

Sorry, Jagga-

It's not going to work.

I'm going back to India.

You said that you'll be there for me when I need you.

Live up to your promise.

Just two days more!

Listen, I'm here to help you.

But, I have a problem with your ways.

Okay?

What about money?

No problem, honey.

The police are chasing us.

They'll never catch us, no way.

Jagga, they even shot at us.

But failed miserably, didn't they?

Do you think this is a joke?

You think I'm going to spend my life dancing with you in the streets of Moombaka?

If there is a slightest chance that Tutifuti is alive, then even that is good enough for me to find him.

Who can understand better as to how I feel, other than you.

You, who still celebrates your dead boyfriend's birthday, too.

S... S... S...

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's true.

Thanks.

Sorry... sorry.

No one can replace Akash.

Akash?

M... me?

W... W... What tangent...?

What?

One... day, please.

24 hours.

Not even 24 seconds.

Then, tell me...

What I have been saying all along.

We don't know anyone here.

So, let us go to the embassy first.

Okay.

Now.

Now?

o... o... Okay.

S... S... S...

Why don't you put a signboard there?

Sorry, sir. Relax.

Relax.

R... R... Relax?

There's no railing. Anyone can fall.

No, no. Nobody falls.

This city, all building, same architecture.

Same style, same steps.

Look.

Only that Indian upstairs. Sabaka!

Indian, what?

Sorry, madam. Relax.

Are you making fun of Indians?

No... no.

No. I want to know.

These boys say, they've been working for 20 years, no one has ever fallen down.

But this year, two people fell down.

Both Indian.

T... T... T...

No. Not this person.

That man had a beard.

Yes... yes.

From 3rd July to 20th July.

Mr. B. B. Bagchi.

From India.

He stayed here?

Strange man.

Went out and came back at the oddest hours.

Where did he go?

Shundi.


Hey, freeze!

Yeah, okay.

It's been a long chase.

How you've made me run!

Did you find Bagchi?

You know what?

I should've killed you that day itself.

Cunning, aren't you?

You made a guess?

"Bagchi's alive." ls he? l... l...

I agree that I bluffed.

You, too, tried.

And fed me some lies.

With a fake photo that implied, a living man is dead.

The one I seek, is the one you want to find.

We both have only Tutifuti on our mind.

I guessed it right.

Guessed it right.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

I guessed it right.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

Caught every sin, wiped off your grin.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

You can't do jack!

Your guess was right, I agree.

Dead or alive, Bagchi is no use to me.

You going back to India, is a threat to me.

Hence, I won't let you go soot-free.

Kill him.

All of you... kill him, kill him, kill him.

If you let us go, I will marry all of you!

Should I make another guess? Go ahead.

Operation Weapons Drop was a sham.

You needed six more like Bagchi to make a spy group.

Yes, I had to scam.

With information about the big fish, you planned to make money and scram. Yes, true.

Politicians, businessmen, Defence Ministers were blackmailed.

But, this time your plan failed.

The incorrect tape ended up wrong.

And Bagchi flew along.

Mistake.

Our bones you want to break, 'cause your life's at stake.

We both know Bagchi's alive and kicking.

You're right, again.

Your guess, and mine.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

Your guess, and mine.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

How much you sing!

It's so irritating.

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him now.

Your guess, and mine.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

Your guess, and mine.

Oh my, Bull's eye!

Caught every sin, wiped off your grin.

Oh my, Bull's eye!


What? Tick tack toe?

Look in the back.

Ludo?


He was in a car accident.

The car crashed into a tree. Boom!

He left this behind when he left.

To get to Bashir Alexander was our mission.

But Sinha was actually using us to get information.

If it weren't for these tribal folk, I'd be dead, like the rest of my team.

And if I'm alive, it's because there is a purpose:

I want to tell the world and expose this illegal arms racket.

Bashir-Alexander are not two, but one man.

In 1960, he was born in Afghanistan.

He was a normal child but had two heads.

He was a child when his father sold him to the traveling Russian circus.

Soon he ousted the owner and became the boss - the king.

No one has ever seen him since.

He went underground.

A foreign arms factory was to be auctioned.

There was just one bidder.

Bashir-Alexander.

CIA, KGB, RAW... none of them even have a picture of him.

But every three years, in an underground arms fair, people say, you can spot Bashir-Alexander.

This time, this Fair of Death will be in Moombaka.

He will come in his old circus train.

Next Saturday, from Tiktiki station.

Come what may, I have to catch this train.

They've come.

Run... run!

Get out of here!

They are here!

Come with me.

Please come. Fast... fast!


Excuse me.

What time was the last train from here?

10:30, last night.

To where?

Moombaka border.

When is the next train? None... only one private train.

Where has it reached?

The circus train... must be here.

He's saying it was a circus train.

Yes, a circus train. Look.

How much time do you need to get there?

About one day's journey.

Hey!

That's my scooter.

That's my scooter... my scooter!

Oh my God!

I'll kill both of you!

S... Sit in the front.

T... T... The controls on this plane are in the back.

Where did you learn to fly a plane? l... l... l..

In the library. What?

Oh, no!

To your left. What is it?

Accelerator. My left?

Yes, your left. Where?

Not there? Got it.

Next?

Pressure check. Done.

Push the rudder? Pushed.

Up stick. What stick?

That stick? Yes, stick.

Get it? Got it.

Rocket. Rocket?

Incoming! Oh no, we're dead.

How does this fly? 120.

How does this fly? At 120.

What at 120? It flies.

120.

Fly, fly!

Fingers and toes crossed.

Take off! Take off!


How will we land now?

I'll just turn everything off.


Hurry up! Come out!

What were you doing inside? ls this a joke?

Special mention for India, a flourishing market.

Thank you, Mr. Sameer Jung. Cheers!

Our very active agent in the Indian subcontinent.

Congratulations!


Where had we reached in this search for Tutifuti?

In the Fair of Death, an exhibition of weaponry.

No friend, no foe, just simple principles.

Get the world to fight, as they grease their pockets.

Divide to sell arms, sell arms to divide.

One day we will be extinct like the dinosaurs.

9/11, World Trade Center, New York City.

26/11, Mumbai Terror Attacks. ldi Amin, Saddam Hussein, Hafeez Saeed, Mugabe, ISIS, LTTE, Laskar-e-Toiba, Boko Haram, Casa Al Qaida, Fatwa.

Atomic Bomb, TSA, RN-Hydrogen, Bio-Chemical War, Mass Destruction Iraq, Kashmir, Yemen, Syria Palestine, Libya, Egypt...

In this Fair of Death, Tutifuti was somewhere.

Did he even come here? We were unaware.

Jagga was faced with two options:

Either continue to search for Tutifuti which was his mission.

Or complete Tutifuti's mission.

Let's go.

Tutifuti?

If... If it was him here, he would...

Let's go.

Hands up!

Hands up! Freeze!

Do you still have faith in your bad luck theory?

Y... Y... Yes.


Run... run!


Hey, stop.


He's gone crazy!


T... T... T...

T... T... T...


T... T... T...

J... J... J...

Ch... Chocolatey Chunnu...

He's an imp, a moppet...

A goat's furry poppet.

He's got tiny...

Biscuita Bunnu.

He's Chunnu's pappy, he's tall n strappy.

With button-y eyes and a moustache that's quite sappy.

T... T... T... Tuti...


In breaking news... an anonymous video surfaced last night...

Bashir-Alexander, the most dreaded arms dealer in the world...

Bashir-Alexander...

The source of the video is not known yet.

But the video is genuine, and so is our intention to fight global terrorism.

I want to travel, with you as my guide.

My destination is where you reside.

May your glow, light up my days-

Wherever you are, is where my heart stays.

Not a soul around, we are all alone.

Don't ever leave me, don't leave me lovelorn.

Jagga, we love you!

How wonderful it would be, if sweets came out of a box of guns?

And bombs were filled with chocolate cream?

One box had cakes, the other guns.

Jagga just switched the covers and won this war!


What happened to the lights?