Jagga Jasoos Page #5

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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 ceificates.

VHS tape?

You shou | d'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 son 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 fonune.

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 bihday to you,

Happy bihday to you,

Happy bihday, dear Jagga...

I am Harsh Upadhyay.

Chemistn/ 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 depanment.

Bad Luck Bagchi.

30f"!-

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 sorn]...

I won't be able to speak fuher...

thank you.

Clouds rumbling in the sky;

teeming rain.

I sit on the riverbank,

sad and alone.

The sheaves Iie gathered,

han/est has ended.

The river is swollen.

Jagga.

Hello.

My name is Kishan Pal Sinha.

Bagchi was my colleague.

I put this obituan/

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 ven/ 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 depanment.

A government body.

And Bagchi was working for us

on a ven/ impoant 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 bihday 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.

| ... | ...

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!

S hrivastav.

- Sir.

Some water, please.

Hey, Gupta.

Catch him.

Don't let him escape.

Catch him!

Search even] nook

and cranny of Kolkata.

Even] street, even] hotel,

even] bus stop, even] airport.

I need Jagga.

I need my tape... tape.

Yes?

Hi... I...

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

Even/one'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 ven/ stuck up.

Yes?

No, the pay'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 shod,

live it before you die.

It's a non-stop pay for all,

I believe.

| 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.

'Puru | ia 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, ifthat 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 ofthe 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.

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