Jagga Jasoos Page #3

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Modern Times by Chaplin.

Happy birthday to you.

You...

8T6...

here... somewhere.

Or then...

you are nowhere.

Yet again.

Yet again.

Dreams with broken wings,

Vet again.

Yet again.

Yet again.

Upset unfulfilled yearnings,

Vet again.

Yet again.

Yet again.

The cloud of doom.

Why is my head,

so filled with gloom?

First you bond then break my heart

Why did you come, if you had to pan?

With some excuse as you depa,

Vet again.

Yet again.

Photographs.

Their death ceificates.

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?

- Is he dead?

Your answer is in this book.

But to get to this one,

we must first read this book.

The second book ofthe 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 ven/ 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!

Is 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 mystenj.

What is your role in this?

What is your histonj?

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... he | ...?

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.

Oops. Sorn].

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 stow, 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 outl!

Your foot will get stuck.

1,2,3.

Stuck.

Help.

Where should I sta?

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-millitant,

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 oftheir training regime,

new recruits are tricked to trade in arms.

Ifthey 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 angnj?

Are you angnj?

Are you angnj?

She asks me if I'm angn/l

Feluda got burnt, so did Sherlock.

Hostel said, "No entnj",

will be sealed with a lock.

My stubble from my ven/ 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, ifl am angn].

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 tn].

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 Nor1h 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.

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