Jagga Jasoos Page #7

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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?

Ifthere 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 bihday, too.

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

30f"!-

Don't be.

It's true.

Thanks.

Sorn]... sorn].

No one can replace Akash.

Akash?

| \/I... me?

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?

Sorn], 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?

Sorn], 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 shou | d've killed

you that day itself.

Cunning, aren't you?

You made a guess?

"Bagchi's a | ive."

Is he?

| ... | ...

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 even] 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 ofyou...

kill him, kill him, kill him.

If you let us go,

I will marn/ all of you!

Should I make another guess?

- Go ahead.

Operation Weapons Drop was a sham.

You needed six more like Bagchi

t0 make a spy QTOUP.

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 even] 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 facton/

was to be auctioned.

There was just one bidder.

Bashir-Alexander.

CIA, KGB, RAW... none ofthem

even have a picture of him.

But even] 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?

| ... | ... | ...

In the Iibran].

- 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.

F | y, fly!

Fingers and toes crossed.

Take off! Take off!

How will we land now?

I'll just turn even/thing off.

Hurn/ up! Come out!

What were you doing inside?

Is this a joke?

Special mention for India,

a flourishing market.

Thank you, Mr. Sameer Jung.

- Cheers!

Our ven/ active agent

in the Indian subcontinent.

Congratulations!

Where had we reached

in this search for Tutifuti?

In the Fair of Death,

an exhibition of weaponn].

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.

Idi 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...

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