Original subtitles

Hello! Today's headlines.

New information has emerged regarding the Jammu and Kashmir elections.

JKNC, in spite of winning majority

formed a coalition government with their national counterpart.

This can be critical in deciding the political future of the state.

The opposition, MUP's crushing defeat

has drawn much attention.

Public's reaction does not look favourable.

For the sake of the state's welfare

the efficacy of the coalition is up for debate.

The possibilities that may arise out of the coalition

are being seriously considered.

Can I speak to the general?

But what is Islamabad so happy about?

Not like we can take over if the elections are rigged.

Come on. Don't you get simple politics?

Exactly.

You should've been a poet instead of a soldier.

Just tell me.

It's quite simple.

-MUP-- -What's that?

The opposition party.

Their leaders and supporters are furious right now.

Because...

JKNC and the national party joined hands to rig the elections.

Right now, the whole state is sitting on a keg of gunpowder.

And we're the matches.

-Got it? -I see.

So, what's on our road map now?

Nothing much.

Instigate the opposition leaders and supporters against India.

Provide them with weapons and training.

-To aid an insurgency in Kashmir. -Hmm.

Start with small organisations.

Liberation fronts, Mujahideen groups.

Then target India and its agencies.

Spread terror.

Agencies?

Such as...

Army.

Police.

Politicians.

Bureaucrats.

And judges.

A proxy war?

That's right.

Remember how we had to surrender in 1971?

Now, it's payback time.

That was different, comrade.

Whatever the results...

We fought them head-to-head.

Not behind their back.

My man...

everything's fair in love, war, and our fight against India.

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

When did it start?

-Almost four months now. -Hmm.

How did you find out?

I usually sit down to write after breakfast.

It all comes to me quite naturally...

The plot...

The crisis.

Hero's action sequences.

And...

the villain's schemes.

The twist in the end.

Hmm.

But suddenly, everything--

-Went blank, right? -Yes.

It's all written there.

Jupiter predicts professional life.

The two small lines in between--

Oh, these are razor cuts--

Not those!

The ones right below.

Oh, I see.

Wait. Let me check your horoscope.

He's checking.

Got it.

You need a good jerking.

-Jerk? -Hmm.

You mean...

No Ambassadors from now on? Only buses?

I mean, mental jerk.

Power cuts.

Noise from the underground rail construction...

Music blaring on loud speakers...

You need a break from all this.

Oh.

A change of air?

Yes.

It's crystal clear to me.

A good, long holiday will help align your planets.

Oh.

How long exactly?

At least 15 days. Can be longer.

More time for Jupiter to set things right.

Okay, okay.

Where should I go?

To the mountain? Forest? Sea? Or the desert?

Anywhere you wish.

But make sure the name of the place begins with K.

'K'.

(indistinct chatter)

Everyone knows...

...a vacation helps get over writer's block.

Come on.

Had to ask Madhab Bhattacharya just to be sure.

His predictions are accurate to the T.

You know...

thanks to his numerology, all my books have been bestsellers.

All your books?

Compared to your "Hullabaloo in Helsinki"

Akrur Nandi's "Jilted Jaguar" sold more copies.

Listen. That's an exceptional case.

But otherwise, it's a 99-percent success rate.

We can't just go to any random place.

-A place that begins with K. -Right.

So, where do you want to go?

To the hills.

-What say? -I'm in.

But not Darjeeling again.

No, no.

-It starts with 'D'. -Right.

Darjeeling is cancelled.

-Felu Babu? -Hmm?

You're not working on a case right now.

Why don't you think of a place?

A place that begins with K...

-Kullu Manali. -Hmm.

-Or Kodaikanal. -Hmm.

-Maybe Kasauli. -Hmm.

-Or else... -Or else?

(reciting in foreign language)

It sounds familiar.

By Amir Khusrau.

"If there is paradise on earth... "

"It is here, it is here, it is here"!

Fantastic!

It's paradise on earth.

I knew the lines but couldn't recall.

Let's embark on a new journey.

So...

Calcutta to Delhi and Delhi to Srinagar.

Not just Srinagar.

There is Gulmarg, Sonamarg, Pahalgam, Khilanmarg and so on.

Topshe.

Ready for Mission Kashmir?

Yes.

Can we stay in a houseboat on Dal Lake?

Sure.

-A hotel would be cheaper. -Oh, stop it.

Houseboat it is.

Not to brag, but both of us make quite a bit.

Right?

Neither are you married, nor am I.

-Where do we spend our savings? -Fair enough.

Then houseboat in Srinagar.

Tent in Pahalgam.

And log cabin in Gulmarg.

That's the spirit!

Oh! How thrilling!

Are you guys ready?

Are you permanently moving to Kashmir?

Let's go.

-Good morning. -Morning.

May I come in?

Oh, sure.

Come.

Felu Babu. Meet...

Hello. I'm Sushanto Shom.

I met your friend, Mr. Ganguly, on our flight.

I couldn't resist the urge to see you.

I'm your die-hard fan.

I've read about your cases.

I'm here to meet you.

-Please have a seat. -Yes, I...

Can you give me a minute?

I want to introduce you to my boss.

-Sure. -Okay.

-I'll be back in a minute. -Hmm.

(indistinct chatter)

-Sir. -Yes?

-Come. -Hmm.

I've told them about you.

Come.

Sit. It's okay.

Hello.

This is Mr. Mitter.

Siddeshwar Mallik.

You know what's interesting?

For years, I was associated with the world of crime.

But this is the first time I'm meeting a private investigator.

How were you associated with the world of crime?

I am a retired judge.

Oh.

Retired a few months ago.

In fact, I was posted in Jammu.

And now, I'm enjoying a well-earned rest.

Health has deteriorated. Always under the doctor's watch.

My son and attendant are with me.

And of course...

Sushanto here is my private secretary.

A handy boy.

-My blind man's cane. -Thank you, sir.

Do you live in Srinagar?

Yes. But I'm from Calcutta.

You know what...

I was so busy with judicial work...

that I didn't get a chance to take a look around.

Now, I want to explore Kashmir.

Since you're from Srinagar and you want to explore the place...

So, by any chance, are you staying in a houseboat?

-Yes. -Of course.

It's so unique.

Can't miss out on that.

I'd stayed in one in 1964.

Let's see if it's still the same.

By the way, you are?

My brother, Tapesh Ranjan.

And he is...

-Famous-- -I'm also a man of crime.

What?

Not what you think.

I have a connection with crime.

I mean...

I'm a thriller writer.

My God!

Now, all we need is a criminal.

Great. See you soon in paradise on earth.

You'll get a "shikara" here.

Careful.

Here.

Water lily.

-Keep the luggage inside. -Yes, sir.

-We-- -We are going for a quick wander.

Sure.

(singing)

Look at that!

What's up with you today?

Why?

From Rabindranath Tagore to Sharmila Tagore?

Just look at the location.

Mohammed Rafi's timeless song is bound to come to mind.

-(singing) -Lalmohan Babu.

Stick to singing.

Jiving like Shammi Kapoor will land you in the lake.

Not a chance. In fact, forget the song.

This is the perfect time for poetry.

So, Felu Babu...

You remember Baikuntha Mullick's poem on Kashmir?

Topshe?

No, I don't remember.

What? Wait...

Oh, that one. Now I remember.

Yes. So...

Gives you goosebumps, right?

-"I bow my head... " -Oh no!

"... to Kashmir, you beauty.

While at the other end lies Kanyakumari.

You dwell in the far north of this country.

Your capital is Srinagar.

A city along the banks of the Jhelam.

Lakes, gardens and orchards everywhere...

Futile it is to compare your beauty with elsewhere. "

-Rhyming everywhere with elsewhere? -Yes.

Wow! Brilliant!

Tell you what, let's get back to the song.

Sure?

(singing)

Feluda. What's that?

That's an island, Charminar.

Surrounded by Chinar trees on all four sides.

Look at this side.

Beyond that hill...

there is a mountain over 1000 ft. high.

On top of it...

lies a temple dedicated to Shankaracharya.

It was built by the son of Emperor Ashoka, Jaluka.

Then...

there are Mughal gardens on the east side of the lake.

Nishat Bagh, Shalimar Bagh, Chashma Shahi.

Felu Babu.

The famous blooms of Kashmir.

-Should I buy? -Go for it.

The houseboats have interesting names.

Miranda. Rosemary.

Mr. Mitter!

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Want to join us?

-What say? -Let's go.

Why not?

Coming over.

-That way, please. -Okay, sir.

Come. This way.

Good to see you.

Thank you.

-This is for you. -Oh!

Thank you so much.

Has Mr. Mallik put up here?

No.

His son, Bijoy, and I are on this houseboat.

Mr. Mallik is on that one. Miranda.

Please come.

Have a seat.

He's with his doctor, Harinath Majumdar

and his attendant, Prayag.

Please sit.

I thought I should ask... Do you play cards?

Haven't played in a while.

Why?

They are playing cards in the lounge downstairs.

Bijoy met some people on the flight.

One of them is Bengali.

Mr. Sarkar.

The other is Punjabi.

All of them are gamblers.

Even Bijoy?

Well...

Please come.

Have some tea.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -Thanks.

One thing's for sure.

Mr. "Khuchro" wasn't exaggerating. It really is paradise!

Who's Khuchro?

It's...

Not Khuchro. It's Khusrau. Amir Khusrau.

Right. Amir Khusrau.

Sorry.

It used to be so till a few years ago...

Paradise.

But now...

What?

Militancy?

Two years ago, the elections were rigged.

One of the local parties lost.

That's it.

Then many of the locals picked up guns.

Heard they're being backed by forces from across the border.

Protest demonstrations...

Government officials under attack...

Police officers, army, under attack.

Even the judges.

I've often told Mr. Mallik to get police protection.

He didn't pay any heed.

Said it's impossible to escape one's fate.

Lately, he's become quite philosophical about his judicial life.

That's why, about thrice a week...

What?

Hmm?

Oh.

It's quite bizarre.

You called for me, sir?

Yes, Sushanto.

-You can keep these diaries. -Okay, sir.

They will help in your research.

It's a record of my entire tenure.

-With a lot of personal details. -Hmm.

It will help you write my biography.

Thank you, sir.

Wait a second, Sushanto.

Yes?

There is something else I must share with you.

Tell me, sir.

In these diaries...

some dates are marked with a red cross.

Okay.

Dates on which I sentenced people to death.

Hmm.

The verdict of capital punishment.

Hmm.

I've marked those dates.

And in cases I have doubt...

I've put a question mark right next to the red cross.

Question mark.

Okay.

Now I intend to resolve those question marks.

Sir... Now?

How are you going to resolve them?

I realise now...

that all this time, I've been part of institutional murder.

You know how it feels to sentence someone to death?

How suffocating it can get?

Can you imagine taking someone's life away?

Huh?

As long as I'm alive...

I have to bear this burden.

What's done is done.

But just once...

I wish I could speak to those I've sentenced to death.

To find out what really happened.

Ask what's right and what's wrong.

Whether my decisions were correct.

-Then I-- -Sir...

-Then I... -I'm sorry but...

What?

The ones you're talking about are dead.

They've been executed, right?

Then--

Look... You, me, the police, witnesses...

The guards... We're all human.

We might makes mistakes.

But the soul?

It's omniscient.

It knows what's wrong and what's right.

What is just and what is not.

It knows exactly what happened.

So, I must find out the truth.

You mean to say...

Séance.

I must talk to the people whom I've killed.

I must hold a séance. I must.

After hearing both the arguments

of the prosecution and the defense counsel...

Considering the testimony of the witness

and the charge sheet given by the police...

this court finds the accused guilty

of murder, manslaughter and waging a war against India

under IPC Section 302, 121, 120B

and Section 15 of the UAPA.

This court hereby...

sentences the accused, Umar Afzal, to death.

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

Wow!

This is highly interesting.

I agree.

Dr. Majumdar is a great medium.

That's why he's put up with Mr. Mallik.

Mr. Mallik retired a few years ago due to angina.

Thanks to Dr. Majumdar, he's much better now.

Oh!

So the doctor has moved on to treating the conscience.

How many sessions have you had?

Five till now.

And you know what?

-Never been wrong. -Oh!

Will you have one tonight?

Maybe in a couple of days.

Sushanto, I...

Hmm?

I mean...

We are interested.

Can we join?

Of course.

Mr. Mallik has taken to you...

Actually, he's taken to all of you.

He's been talking about you.

Besides, I'm recording the sessions in my diary.

For his autobiography.

It shouldn't be a problem.

But I'll ask him again.

Okay. Uh...

-We'll get going now. -Sure.

Shah Jahan ordered his commander, Ali Mardan Khan...

to design a garden for his eldest son, Dara Shikoh.

So, he built Chashma Shahi...

Mr. Mallik.

Good afternoon.

-Greetings. -Greetings.

-Hello. -Hello.

I heard you're interested in attending my séance sessions.

Do you believe in séance?

You know something?

A wise old man had once told me...

"You're a detective.

Keep an open mind and welcome new ideas. "

That's what I try to do.

Besides, séance...

spiritualism, parapsychology, reincarnation...

I've done my research on them.

In the case of The Golden Fortress

I've seen it up close.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio

than are dreamt of in our philosophy. "

Sorry?

-"Hamlet". -Oh!

I believe...

some things in the world are beyond science.

Besides, a lot of learned people have said...

it's possible to communicate with the dead.

So there's no reason to disregard them.

But the number of frauds has gone up everywhere.

Came across one such during a case in Puri.

But I guess, if the medium is genuine

it's believable.

Oh! Dr. Majumdar is...

-Allow me, please. -Thank you.

He's a wonderful medium.

Why don't you join us for a session?

Mr. Mallik.

My friend, Lalmohan Babu...

calls us the three musketeers.

So we go everywhere together.

No problem at all.

As long as they believe in it.

Come over tonight.

By the way...

Any idea about the souls I summon?

I do.

People you sentenced to death, right?

Hmm.

I want to know...

if my judgements were right.

Besides, at this stage of my life...

my views on capital punishment are changing.

So if I find out I've punished an innocent person...

Do you summon several spirits daily?

We continue until it gets strenuous for Dr. Majumdar.

When should we come?

At 10 p. m.

We'll begin after dinner.

When it's all quiet.

Today...

we'll make contact with Ramswarup Raut.

Ramswarup Raut.

He was hanged 15 years ago.

A young Bihari boy.

I pronounced the death sentence.

I suspected...

he wasn't the murderer.

But the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming.

It was a brutal murder.

So...

In a momentary lapse of judgement

I sentenced him to death.

But...

I always felt the decision was wrong.

Ready, Majumdar?

Yes.

Ramswarup Raut.

Nineteen years old.

He had a thin moustache.

Sharp features.

The victim was stabbed to death.

Place of occurrence was a lane in Bagbazar.

Ramswarup didn't look like a killer.

Please create a mental image of him based on the description

and focus on that image.

Since we don't have a photo.

I will ask the questions.

Majumdar will answer them.

In Ramswarup's voice.

Everyone ready?

-Hands on the table. -Yes, please.

Place them on the table.

-Yes. -Right.

Let's think about Ramswarup.

Close your eyes.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Who are you?

Ramswarup.

-Ramswarup Raut?-Yes.

Were you hanged in 1974?

Yes.

Did you kill the victim?

No.

-Then who did?-Chedilal.

A cunning guy.

He framed me.

The police didn't believe me.

So, I was sentenced to death.

I died.

What the hell!

M-Murder!

I knew it.

You didn't seem capable of murder.

I...

I made a mistake.

I sentenced you to death.

What's the point of all this now?

I want you to forgive me.

I forgive you.

Really?

Where I am right now, there's no room for anger.

Or lies.

Thank you so much.

For forgiving me.

Can I leave?

Yes, please.

He'll come to in a few minutes.

He's fine.

Feeling better?

Much better.

I always had my doubts about this verdict.

Also...

Also?

I wonder...

does anyone have the right to put another human to death?

Anyway.

Mr. Mitter.

I was glad to have you here.

We're going to Gulmarg day after tomorrow.

Why don't you come along?

That's...

a great suggestion.

How long will you stay there?

One night.

Then off to Khilanmarg.

On foot or on horseback.

We'll return and stay another night.

Then back to Srinagar.

I'll ask my travel agent to make the arrangements.

Um...

That would be wonderful. Thank you.

My pleasure.

Good night.

Here it is.

-This is our log cabin. -This one?

Hey, we're here. Stop.

Wait.

Wonderful!

-Hold this, Topshe. -Sure.

-Careful. -Let me help you.

Hmm!

This is easy.

Here I come.

-Hey! -Careful!

-Oh my God! -Watch your leg.

-Did you hurt yourself? -Huh?

-No. -Huh?

I lost my balance.

Not used to it.

-Will you be able to walk? -Huh?

-Can you walk? -Why not?

Of course, I can.

I've ridden a camel. This is just...

A mule, right?

-Pony. -Right, pony.

-Are you hurt? -No.

My legs buckled.

Just twisted my ankle.

Give it to me.

Don't worry.

See, I'm fine.

-Take our luggage inside. -Sure.

Come.

-Go with him. -Yeah.

(singing)

-This way? -Yes.

(singing)

Amazing!

(singing)

My goodness!

Feluda.

I've been thinking about Mr. Mallik and capital punishment.

I mean...

Holding someone's life in your hands.

It's a huge psychological burden.

It's a lot of power.

That's true.

The judge is aware of the big responsibility

so he's bound to have doubts about it.

Doesn't mean a killer won't be punished.

They will be punished.

But maybe not with death penalty.

Maybe life imprisonment or other kinds of punishment.

It's not just about punishment but reformation as well.

But humans fear death the most.

So death penalty is probably the best deterrent.

I'm still undecided about it.

-Besides-- -Can we join you?

Yes, please.

Come.

Thought I'd introduce you to them.

Sure.

-Some tea? -Of course.

-Tea? -Sounds good.

-Order for some tea, Topshe. -On it.

-Watch your step. -Yeah.

Careful.

Hello.

This is Mr. Mallik's son, Bijoy.

And this is Arun Sarkar.

-We met him here. -Hello.

He runs a business in Calcutta.

I'm one of the gamblers.

Makes it easier to understand?

And he needs no introduction.

He's the famous detective, Pradosh Mitra.

-Everyone knows-- -Correction... Chandra.

Hmm?

Pradosh Chandra Mitra.

-P. C. Mitter. -Sorry.

P. C. Mitter.

And he's the famous thriller writer, Lalmohan Ganguly.

AKA Jatayu.

-Am I right? -Yes.

-All his books are bestsellers. -No.

Almost.

Almost all are bestsellers.

So, Mr. Mitter?

I've heard a lot about you.

But haven't read about your cases.

Would you mind telling us about your adventures?

Exactly. I said the same thing to Sushanto.

It's not every day that one meets an interesting person like you.

Very well. Then come on.

Let's take our conversation to the lawn.

-Sure. -Let's go.

Get brandy and warm milk for uncle.

Incredible cases!

Is this your first visit to Kashmir?

Yes, first time.

But you look like a local.

Because of my complexion?

I've spent most of my childhood in Srinagar.

My dad was a manager in a hotel here.

We moved to Calcutta about 20 years ago.

Do you know the local language?

A little.

Is the next entry in Topshe's diary going to be about Kashmir?

No, it's a pure holiday.

But you're not in the mood for a holiday, are you?

Kashmir's scenic beauty doesn't really attract you.

Why?

You're busy playing cards all day locked up in your room.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm a cynical person. Nature's poetry means nothing.

A few friends and a pack of cards. I'm just fine.

Cards and poetry by Jibanananda Das.

I like both.

Nice!

What about séance?

Dad is old now.

He's gone crazy.

It's all nonsense.

-Told him what you think? -No.

We stay out of each other's business.

We're not close.

Your mother?

She passed away four years back.

So sorry to hear that.

Any siblings?

Had an older brother. Passed away last year.

His foreigner wife didn't come to India.

We should get going now.

It's time to play cards.

Uh...

Are any of you interested?

We're planning to go out after dinner.

-Great. -Okay.

Heard there's a folk performance in Gulmarg tonight.

-Lovely! -Check it out?

Thanks for letting us know.

We'll try to make it.

Will you play all evening?

Yes, till quite late. Almost midnight.

Then I'll drop by on my way back.

-Great! -Perfect.

See you then.

Let's go.

-Bye. -Bye.

(singing folk song)

(singing)

Lalmohan Babu.

Singing about the sun at night...

What's wrong with it?

Nothing much.

It's just that while the moon is shining bright...

So what?

-A poet's imagination-- -Hush!

Who's that?

Not who. Ask what.

AK-47.

Sushanto?

(inaudible)

(song playing)

What do you think?

This is highly suspicious.

Who was that man?

I don't know.

But there's something menacing about him.

Aren't you going to tell Mr. Mallik?

Maybe tomorrow morning.

I don't get one thing...

Hey!

Felu Babu.

Do you have that with you?

What?

One in my brain. The other one in the suitcase.

-Are you okay? -Hmm.

But why are they targeting you? Or threatening you?

Nothing's happened yet.

I don't get it.

It's not a relaxing holiday anymore.

Hey, pass me some.

Wait for it.

This is good stuff, bro!

Oh, buddy!

Amazing!

(indistinct chatter)

Move!

-Fast! Hurry up! -Yes, sir.

-Get everyone! -Hey, get up!

Hey!

Out! Get them in the car!

-Bloody junkies! -Hey!

Don't let them get away!

Did you find paradise?

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

Lalmohan Babu.

You should've taken the horse.

Three more miles to go.

And 2000 feet up.

It's okay.

We're almost there.

I mean...

Kind of.

Look.

-When you visit the mountains... -Yes?

...you must take in the fresh air.

You're just avoiding the horse ride.

Last time--

Stop it!

Obsessed with a horse ride.

Focus on sightseeing.

You're talking as if we're on the battlefield.

These are ponies.

Who wants to ride that?

Would be different if it were a horse?

Certainly.

What would it do?

Trot, canter or gallop?

Meaning?

In human analogy...

trot would be brisk walking.

Canter would be jogging.

And gallop would be running at full speed.

Highly...

Highly...

Magnificent.

It's beautiful, Feluda.

-Lalmohan Babu. -Yes?

Has Baikuntha Mullick written anything about Mt. Nanga Parbat?

Or was his poetry limited to Mt. Kanchenjunga?

Nothing about Nanga Parbat.

How about I share my favourite lines?

My God!

Must be Persian or Japanese.

Or some obscure language.

"There stands the valiant warrior.

Adorned with a crown of everlasting snow.

Sombre but certain.

Revered by gurus and sages forever more.

A wonder of the world.

Impassable, unconquerable.

The Himalayas!

The Himalayas!

The Himalayas!"

Wow!

Who's the poet?

Tagore?

No.

But close.

Nazrul?

Idiots!

-None of you realised? -What happened?

-What's wrong? -A person simply...

Prayag!

-Told you to keep an eye on Montu. -Sorry, sir.

-He was struggling. -Sir...

-What happened? -We were trekking up.

He got left behind.

-Have you seen Montu? -Who's Montu?

-Bijoy, his son. -My son.

-I can't find him. -He was right behind us.

Where did he go?

Don't worry, Mr. Mallik. We'll find him.

-Sit down. -Prayag.

Stay with Mr. Mallik.

-Let's find him. -Where did he go?

Where is my son?

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Can you hear us? -Bijoy!

-Sir! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Sir! -Bijoy!

He's stable now.

We're trying our best.

Let's see.

Bijoy.

Bijoy, my son.

Bijoy.

How are you, son?

How are you?

-Dad. -Kiddo.

I'm not well, Dad.

Talk to them, please. It's the last time.

I won't do it again.

Please... Talk to them... I...

I promise, Dad. Where's Mom?

She didn't come.

Why?

Dad...

Last dose, Dad.

I won't do it again.

It's a long road ahead, Dad.

You always say, one for the road.

Please let me have one. Please...

One last time.

You have to be strong, Bijoy.

Listen to what the doctor says.

You can't break down like this.

You can't disappoint your mom.

-I... -Watch out!

-You're hurting me! -Let him go.

-Sorry, Dad. -Let him go.

-You're hurting me. -No one listens to me.

-Not even you. -You'll get what you want.

-Where is my stuff? -Get the syringe and his stuff.

-Doctor-- -No one cares about me.

-We'll get you everything. -Why don't you listen, Dad?

Give him the syringe.

Here.

Is that it?

Hey! Where's my syringe?

Let us handle him.

Come with us. Don't have to see this.

-Are you going to tie him down? -Let me go!

Come away.

-They're hurting him. -Don't worry.

-They're beating him! -It's okay.

The maximum level of medication isn't working on him anymore.

Come.

You saw how violent and aggressive he got.

I don't believe in shock therapy and it's not required as of now.

The only thing that'll work is a traditional caning theory.

That's what they're doing. They're trained people, sir.

You don't have to worry. There won't be fatal injuries.

Will he ever get better, doctor?

Why won't he?

Be strong, sir.

Get a grip, sir.

Don't worry. Trust me.

Please be strong, sir.

He will get better.

I won't have eggs.

Don't be naughty. Eat.

Or your mom will get angry.

No! No! No!

I won't have eggs. I want ice cream.

Butterscotch.

Who has ice cream for breakfast?

I'll get you some on my way back.

Be a good boy and have the egg.

-Eat up. -I said no!

I don't like eggs. I want ice cream!

Stop it, Bijoy!

Do as I say! You're getting late for school.

Eat!

-What are you-- -I want my ice cream!

What happened?

-What happened to you? -Huh?

What's wrong?

What happened?

What's going on?

Where are you going?

Don't wake him up.

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Sir! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Sir! -Bijoy!

Where are you, Bijoy?

-Can you hear us? -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

Sir!

Bijoy!

Sir!

-Bijoy! -Bijoy!

-Sir! -Bijoy!

-Felu Babu! -What?

Mr. Shome!

Mr. Sarkar.

Come here.

-We found him. -Let's go!

Careful.

Watch out!

He's alive.

Bijoy?

Bijoy!

Careful.

Bijoy.

Injury on the head but he's alive.

Bijoy?

-Topshe! -Yes?

-Water bottle. -Yeah.

Here.

-Easy there. -Bijoy?

How did this happen to you?

Where...

What happened?

Someone... Someone pushed me.

I was...

I was looking at a flower.

Someone pushed me from behind.

S**t!

Yes, sir?

Starting out from Gulmarg now. Heading to Srinagar.

No, sir.

On the houseboat.

Okay, sir.

All three?

It's obvious, sir.

They'll probably go to Pahalgam after this.

Okay. We'll pay a visit.

God willing.

Bye, sir.

(call for prayer on PA system)

Uff!

Can't we ever spend a normal holiday?

A stone thrown at you.

The highly suspicious gunman near the log cabin.

The attack on Bijoy.

You're the Kundu Travels of crime.

Don't laugh.

Could've said Thomas Cook.

But I agree with you.

Every trip turns into a trap.

But this time, Topshe...

I can't find any leads.

I'm completely in the dark.

We might get some clues if we speak to Bijoy.

Definitely.

In fact, I'm waiting for him.

He is supposed to come.

But no sign of him...

There they are.

Feeling better?

-Yeah. -Hello.

Mr. Mitter, to be very honest...

I've never been so baffled.

Does anyone here have a grudge against you?

-Sit. -Sit.

I only know a few people here.

Come.

Sushanto, Arun and Dr. Majumdar.

It would be ridiculous to suspect them.

I lost a card game to him the other day.

But I won't get even like this.

Did you run into any old acquaintances here?

No.

Hmm.

Is there anyone in Calcutta...

who would wish you ill?

Not that I know of.

-Topshe. -Hmm.

-Ask them to send some tea. -Hmm.

Your educational qualifications?

Graduated from Scottish Church College, Calcutta.

Had a peaceful college life?

Not exactly.

Why not?

Got into bad company.

Bad habits.

Drugs.

Hard drugs?

Cocaine, morphine, heroin.

Then?

I got caught in a police raid.

Went to rehab.

But it relapsed. Then rehab and relapse again.

On a loop.

-Was this before Mr. Mallik retired? -Yeah.

He tried to make me quit drugs.

But...

he couldn't.

How did you manage to complete college?

I was a good student.

I left home after college.

Wandered around and somehow landed in Kanpur.

I met an extraordinary person there.

Ananda Swami.

You can call it a miracle.

He made me quit drugs.

Then I returned home.

Dad forgave me.

He got me a job.

Still working there.

You like gambling, right?

Life is a gamble, you know.

Doesn't it cause trouble in your life?

No.

Final question.

What happened right before you were pushed?

Do you remember?

I had bent down to look at a flower.

That's when...

Someone pushed me.

I felt a cold touch.

Something metallic.

Then I blacked out.

-Arun. -Hmm?

Did you notice any group of tourists around?

I don't really remember.

Give me a second.

I saw a group of Punjabi tourists.

But three out of five were on horseback.

And a few others here and there.

No one worth mentioning. Nothing.

Sushanto.

Hmm?

How long has Dr. Majumdar been with Mr. Mallik?

Around 15 years.

And you?

Five years.

His attendant, Prayag?

Five years.

Mr. Mallik's old attendant, Maqbool, died all of a sudden.

Prayag was hired after that.

Final question.

Although this is more of a request.

Go ahead.

Can I get Mr. Mallik's diaries?

Sure.

I'll ask him and give them to you.

They will be published anyway.

So I don't think there'll be a problem.

Are you going to Pahalgam tomorrow?

Yes, that's what Mr. Mallik said.

Good. One more thing.

We have another seance session tonight.

Mr. Mallik has invited you.

Will you come?

-Sure. -Of course.

Have some tea.

Topshe.

Lalmohan Babu and you should visit the Martand Sun Temple.

It's beautiful.

I'll have to go through the diaries.

Okay.

Didn't know the Sun God is also known as "Martanda".

What?

Haven't you read "Birinchi Baba" by Parashuram?

In the book, he asks his student...

to go to the terrace and pray to the Sun God.

-Must chant "Martanda" 108 times. -Oh! Yes.

But must be careful.

Can't stutter or blink.

Sun temples are not very common in India.

True.

Not as rare as temples devoted to Lord Brahma.

But then again...

not as common as Vishnu or Shiva temples.

There's the Konark Sun Temple.

Right.

And the Modhera Sun Temple.

Right?

Topshe.

Yes?

I've observed

that our cases are initially immersed in darkness.

Then...

Felu Babu wields his "magojastro", his "brain-weapon".

And the Sun God sheds light on everything.

But Lalmohan Babu.

The metallic touch that Bijoy felt...

I'm sure it was a ring.

Look at that!

You're taking after your cousin.

Let's think.

Who wears rings?

Try to remember.

-Why don't you try? -Me?

Uh...

-Arun Sarkar. -Correct.

Okay.

And...

Bijoy?

How silly of me!

How does it matter?

He couldn't have pushed himself.

Sushanto.

Sush... Sushanto...

Yes, right. Sushanto.

-And? -Prayag.

Prayag?

-The attendant. -Hmm.

I don't remember.

I do. Clearly.

Bravo!

Amazing!

-Junior Felu Babu. -No way.

Yes, mister.

Some day, we'll find you in the same style of clothes and hair.

His muffler around your neck...

Looking into the mirror while smoking.

What rubbish!

Even if you change the telescope

a satellite will remain a satellite.

It doesn't become a planet.

Right on!

-Let's take a look around. -Yes.

We'll have to get back soon.

-We must be ready for tonight. -Right.

Night show!

Today, we're going to summon Umar Afzal's spirit.

A Kashmiri boy.

Looked like an angel.

Porcelain skin.

Light eyes.

Thin as a reed.

Beard and moustache.

There was enough evidence against him.

But his lawyer kept fighting till the end to prove

he wasn’t a terrorist.

But a civilian being framed.

I sentenced him to death.

But...

I always had a doubt that I might be wrong.

Especially...

when our eyes met for the last time.

-Majumdar. -Hmm.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

Let's paint an image of Umar Afzal in our minds

and think about him.

Let's begin.

Concentrate.

Who are you?

Umar Afzal.

-Were you hanged last year?-Yes.

Do you know that I passed the verdict?

I know.

I want to know...

how so many innocent people died that day.

Who killed them?

I did.

Who killed the cops?

I did.

You weren't being framed?

No.

I killed them all.

So...

I took the right decision.

Yes.

Do you regret your actions?

No, I'm proud.

Proud of what?

War.

Rebellion.

Terrorism.

Martyrdom.

But you failed.

You got caught.

You got my body.

My body was hanged.

But the idea lives on.

The spirit of revenge lives on.

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

Strange!

Kashmir is a strange place.

-Why strange? -Isn't it strange?

We saw the Dal Lake today.

I thought nothing can be more beautiful.

But once we were at Khilanmarg, Dal lake seemed nothing.

Now, Khilanmarg has lost its charm.

-Kashmir keeps breaking its own record. -Like Sergey Bubka?

Who's that?

Soviet pole vaulter.

He's made a record by breaking his own records.

Just imagine!

Did you find anything in those diaries?

Hmm.

Judge had doubts about eight life sentences he had ordered.

He felt they were either unfair or he'd been wrong.

Although, except for one

he was right in all the cases.

Save one. Which hasn't happened yet.

A verdict he had passed 10 years ago.

The accused is Kashmiri. Last name...

Sapru.

Will it take place in the tent?

Umm...

Whatever it is...

Nothing beats the thrill of sitting by the river.

The constant gurgling of the stream.

These tents with modern amenities.

I've only seen this kind of outdoor life in western films.

Never imagined I would stay in a place like this.

-Really? Which film? -Prayag!

Prayag!

Prayag!

Prayag!

-Hey! -Huh?

-Prayag! -Yes, sir!

Where's my walking stick?

I'm coming, sir.

-Fetch it from inside. -Right away, sir.

I want to go for a walk.

Good morning!

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Oh!

Good morning.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Are you going to Chandanwari tomorrow?

-Yes, to see the snow bridge. -Great!

-I've made all the arrangements. -Thank you.

Bye.

Good morning.

-Good morning, sir. -Morning.

-Topshe? Lalmohan Babu? -Yes.

I am going for a walk.

Need to clear my head.

-How long will you be gone? -An hour or so.

Sir...

Are you carrying your weapon?

Both.

Very good.

-My dear Tapesh. -Tell me.

This must be Mechada's Madhab Bhattacharya's magic.

My writer's block is gone.

-That's great. -Lock down is over.

I have a new plot in mind. Interested?

That's amazing. I'm all ears.

Alright. What happens is this...

Prokhor Rudra is travelling to the Himalayas

to retrieve a rare penguin that was lost from a private collection.

Got it?

-There's a judge-- -Wait a second.

What's a penguin doing in the Himalayas?

Why can't it be there?

-Well... -It's cold and there's snow.

It's not cold enough for penguins.

I've just started and you're already finding faults.

Anyway, please continue.

I'll tell you later.

-Please tell me now. -No need. Enjoy the scenery.

You're not interested.

What happened to the penguin?

I'll tell you but you can't interrupt.

I swear I won't.

The penguin went missing from the judge's private collection.

Tapesh!

Yes.

It's been two hours already.

Your cousin's not back yet.

It has started raining too.

-You're right. -I'm worried.

Let's go look for him.

Let's go.

Going for a walk?

We're going to look for Felu Babu.

Be careful.

-He went that way. -Okay.

Watch your step.

Feluda!

Feluda!

Felu Babu!

Feluda!

Felu Babu!

-There he is! -Felu Babu!

-He's over there. -Felu Babu!

Are you okay?

Feluda!

Are you alright?

Didn't miss this time.

Right on target.

Did you see who it was?

If I did, it'd bring the investigation to a close.

The case would be dismissed too.

Definitely not a rookie.

Doesn't matter.

I'll give it a few more days.

Have to exercise my brain a bit more.

-Let's go. -Yes, let's go.

And yes...

Don't discuss it with anyone.

-Not at all. -Okay.

Come on.

Are you bleeding?

No. Just a swelling.

I'm the judge who gave you the death sentence.

I know.

Don't know why but I have a feeling

that you didn't commit that murder.

Haridas Modak committed the murder.

The police were wrong.

But what's the point now?

I want...

I want you to forgive me.

Fine.

I forgive you.

But my family and friends who are still alive

will never forgive you.

That doesn't make a difference to me.

All I want is you to forgive me.

You're forgiven.

I'll take your leave now.

Topshe!

Topshe! Wake up!

Mr. Mallik has been murdered.

(indistinct chatter)

There's no security posted.

Strange!

There should have been a security guard here.

Were you the first on scene?

Yes.

In the morning.

Siddeshwar, wake up.

The sun's up.

Temperature is quite low.

I'll go for a walk.

Come on, Siddeshwar.

I realised when I saw blood on the bed sheet.

There was more blood from the knife wound.

Not much from the wound on the head.

He was hit on the head too?

Yes. Apart from being stabbed by the knife.

There was theft too.

What was stolen?

He had a very valuable diamond ring.

A gift from a Gujarati client.

Where's Bijoy?

He's gone to get the police.

Will be back soon.

When did Mr. Mallik go to bed last night?

Before us. Right after the séance.

He'd usually go to bed by nine.

What's your opinion as a doctor?

What could be the time of the death?

Around two or two-thirty in the morning.

The police doctor would be able to tell you more precisely.

You were right beside him.

Didn't you hear anything? Anything that disturbed your sleep ?

I usually sleep soundly through the night.

I wake up at the crack of dawn.

I found him like this at 6:30 a. m.

Prayag had woken up before me.

But he didn't notice anything.

He wakes up and goes outside to do his chores.

That's what he did today as well.

He didn't notice.

What do you think?

Who could have murdered him?

I have no idea.

Move aside.

-Hello, my name is Inspector Kaul. -Hi.

I'm taking charge of this case.

-Sure. -This way.

-Where's the body? -Inside.

(indistinct chatter)

Moshai.

You're awfully quiet.

Everything is getting more complicated.

The questions keep...

What questions, Feluda?

What do you think?

The man who hit you with the boulder

and the man who pushed Bijoy.

Is it the same man?

Correct.

What else?

And...

is he the murderer?

Or was stealing the diamond ring the murderer's motive?

Bravo, Topshe!

We can't dismiss the robbery.

Where's the knife?

No dearth of places to dispose of the weapon with the river here.

Hmm...

What about the Kashmiri man?

The one with the big gun.

Yes, he's there too.

But why would he use a knife or a boulder when he has the AK-47?

There's more.

What is his motive?

Is he working for an organisation?

Or is he against one of the Judge's verdict?

A personal vendetta.

I think the culprit is someone among his close circle.

What do you think of Sarkar?

No matter what I think

we can't forget his ring with the initial S.

Do these tents belong to the same tourists?

No, these two belong to us.

And that belongs to Mr. Mitter.

Mr. Mitra?

Yeah, he's a well-known private investigator from Calcutta.

-Oh! -You shook hands with him.

This way.

Mr. Mitra?

Felu Babu?

He's calling you.

If I'm not mistaken

I'm speaking to the same Mr. Mitra who solved the Rajgarh Murder Case.

Mitter.

Pradosh C. Mitter.

And yes, I'm the same person.

Congratulations!

Inspector Bajpayee is a good friend of mine.

I've heard great things about you from him.

Delighted to meet you.

Thank you.

-Is that your tent? -Yes.

-Can I take a look? -Certainly.

Thank you.

Let me tell you, Inspector.

I'm here quite by accident and strictly as a tourist.

I have no intentions, whatsoever, to investigate any crime.

No. That's fine.

Of course, we have to do our job and we're doing it.

But given your past experience and the fact that

you were very well-acquainted with Mr. Mallik, his family and friends

I would like to invite you to carry out your own investigation.

That's very generous of you.

I'll much appreciate if you share your findings and collaborate.

That goes without saying.

Can I have a go at interrogating the prime suspects?

Absolutely. After we're done.

Meanwhile, let me share an interesting finding

as per our expert doctor.

And what would that be?

From the stab wounds on Mr. Mallik, it seems the murderer is left-handed.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

You can carry on your investigations.

Also, let me tell you, Inspector...

there have been two prior attempts on my life.

So, I'd like to see an end to this.

Inspector, what do we do with the body?

What do you want to do?

Take it to Calcutta?

It's not absolutely necessary

because I'm the only survivor.

My brother and mother are no more.

Very well then.

Let's have the cremation here.

But no one leaves Pahalgam without

notifying the police.

-Fine? -Sure.

Hello.

Yes?

Where is Inspector Kaul?

He went to the police station.

I need to go to the town.

Anything urgent?

Yes.

He will be back soon.

For your interrogation.

I know.

I will be back before that.

I need to make an urgent phone call. To Calcutta.

-One of my patients-- -Alright.

Don't go beyond Pahalgam city limits.

-Got it? -Yes.

-Sir's strict orders. -Got it.

-Thank you. -Hurry up.

Hello.

Listen.

Restart our operations in the nursing home.

Don't worry about funds. Trust me.

Yes, I know.

How much is the loan?

Will have plenty after paying off the debts.

Yes.

Why extra charge for permit?

Okay.

I'm hanging up.

Always asking for more money.

Corruption has crippled the country.

Permit charge, license charge...

Even the Britishers charged less.

Hello.

Hello?

Mr. Ghosh?

Dr. Majumdar speaking.

There's a bad bit of news.

Mr. Mallik is dead.

Yes.

Last night.

Suspected foul play.

Police is here. Investigation's going on.

Actually...

I just wanted to know...

I mean...

His will.

When will it be executed?

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

You know...

What's the weirdest thing?

The killer came to kill the son.

The son wasn't there so he killed the father instead.

When I think of it, my brain goes around in circles.

Circle?

Like the gushtaba?

Please, Felu Babu.

Maybe it wasn't the same person.

Maybe one was angry with the father while the other had beef with the son.

-It's quite possible if you ask me. -Hmm.

Understood.

There's someone...

I find highly suspicious.

Lalmohan Babu.

Of all the times we've been together...

there is hardly anyone left that you didn't find highly suspicious.

Whom are you talking about now?

Dr. Majumdar.

Look.

He's a doctor.

His work involves human bodies.

Also he's the medium of séance.

Means he meddles with spirits. What a weird combination!

See...

Different dishes can be cooked in the same medium.

It depends on the cook's skills.

But...

He had the best chance. He was sleeping right next to Mallik.

Motive?

Diamond ring?

I haven't found any signs that he's in dire need of money.

So...

I'm not very sure about it.

Excuse me.

-Get the saucer and the bill. -Yes, sir.

Bijoy? With his violent past?

Hmm.

Bijoy will surely benefit from his father's death.

Mr. Mallik was a rich man, after all.

Only if...

Mr. Mallik hasn't excluded his son from his will.

Or it would be different.

But Bijoy is earning quite well from his job.

Why would he suddenly need so much money

that he killed his own father?

Right.

It's not easy to kill someone.

Take me for example.

I had to include lots of killings for the sake of the story.

It feels weird to write those sequences.

Even now.

What are you saying?

Looking at the death count in your stories...

you surely deserve to be called Jack the Ripper of literature.

Stop pulling my legs.

Here.

-Tell me one thing. -Hmm.

Sushanto Shome.

What do you think of him?

Smart, qualified.

Mr. Mallik could rely on him blindly.

His motive doesn't seem apparent.

-Lalmohan Babu. -Yes?

You didn't have rista.

-Don't like it? -Thank you.

I can't eat anything else. I've had my fill.

Topshe. Want to order something else?

No, I am full.

I haven't had anything like tabak maaz.

This is Kashmiri wazwan.

-One person can't finish it. -Right.

Here.

It's true...

that Mr. Mallik had taken many lives, technically speaking.

He doesn't have a dearth of enemies.

But that doesn't apply to Bijoy, right?

Correct.

This is where I'm struggling with.

Doesn't seem right, Topshe.

Nothing seems right...

(inaudible)

Looks like he's about get into the car.

Are we going to chase him now?

Yes. Because my sixth sense tells me...

this man might lead us to some revelations.

The question is... how will we chase him?

Mister.

-Whose bike is this? -It's mine.

Can I ask a question while we chase him?

You can.

-You have the gun with you? -I have.

The one we're chasing...

is armed with a Kalashnikov.

What class?

What luck!

Avtomat Kalashnikova, AK47.

He was carrying a heavy gun. Didn't you see?

Oh my God! It can surely fire many bullets.

Mine has six.

He got 30.

What will we do then?

Don't worry.

One shot is all I need.

There.

Hurry up, Lalmohan Babu.

Are you looking for me, Mr. Mitter?

I was waiting for you.

What's your name?

The one with the bigger gun should be asking the questions.

Right?

Point. Shoot.

I don't have any questions for you, Mr. Mitter.

I know how many copies of Mr. Ganguly's last novel were sold.

How much your cousin scored in the last exam...

I know that too. Forget it.

Tell me how did you like the hospitality of the Kashmiris?

Weather wasn't too cold, right?

-And the local cuisine? -Delicious.

Banshi Chandragupta.

Special Task Force Officer. Jammu and Kashmir police.

-Hmm. -My God!

Come. I want you to meet someone you know.

Can you handle cold?

Cold? It's already cold.

He's talking about snow.

Let's go.

Come.

Weird.

I thought he's the culprit.

Inspector Kaul.

Banshi.

What a pleasant surprise!

Where did you find them?

They were following me from the town.

Sadly, I was a suspect too.

Let me introduce. This is Mr. --

I am not that rude.

They know who I am.

We don't know one thing.

Right before Mr. Mallik's death what were you doing near his house?

Well, I'm a part of a special task force team.

Formed by the central government.

With the help of Jammu and Kashmir police.

Based on intelligence received by

-RAW and Indian Army. -Hmm.

How is Mr. Mallik related to this?

I can't tell you much.

We found a hit list made by the militants.

Some big names are in the list.

Including Mr. Mallik.

So, I was deputed for his security.

Taking his secretary into confidence.

But as it often turns out, one needs more protection from friends

than their enemies.

Alright, Inspector Kaul.

We shall get going.

-I need your permission. -For what?

As of now, my friend, Mr. Ganguly and my brother, Tapesh Ranjan

will stay back in Pahalgam.

Tomorrow, after the mourning rituals, I need to visit Srinagar.

For investigation purposes. So, may I?

Sure.

Have you interrogated them already?

No.

Will do once I get back.

Hmm.

Come, Mr. Mitter. I'll drop you in my car.

No, I can manage.

The situation isn't safe. Why take a chance?

Hmm.

Take these keys.

You will find a bike in the highway.

-Please get it back to the owner. -I'll get it done.

-Don't worry. -Thank you.

I have a question for you.

Did any of you hear anything that night?

No.

The sound of the river drowned out everything else.

The murderer used it to their advantage.

Hmm.

Let's go.

Name?

Prayag Misir.

Family?

Had a wife.

She's no more.

Married off both my daughters.

How long have you been here?

Five years.

Where were you before that?

At Jacob sir's place. On Park Street.

What brought you here?

Jacob sir was going abroad.

He recommended me to Mallik sir.

They knew each other?

Yes, sir.

They went to the same club.

Hmm.

Heard anything last night?

No, sir.

Who do you think have killed your boss?

I have no idea, sir.

Mr. Mallik held séance.

As a doctor...

did you find it normal?

No. Not at all.

I've often warned him not to dig up the past.

As a judge, it's quite natural to give wrong verdict.

Mistakes can happen.

Even some of my patients...

What happened to your patients?

Nothing. You can ask another question.

When did you find out your powers?

What?

I'm not talking about your patients.

I wanted to know how you became the medium.

It's been ages. Almost 25 years.

You have any idea who murdered Mr. Mallik?

No. Not a clue.

And his son?

Nothing new. That he has a job.

Works in Chatterjee and Co. Import-export.

I wasn't asking for his bio-data.

What do you think of him?

He was in a critical condition due to drug abuse.

Now he's completely normal.

Going off-limits in gambling is normal?

We make our own limits.

Isn't it, Mr. Mitter?

How long were you in Srinagar?

Till I was twelve.

-Then moved to Kolkata? -Yes.

-You studied there? -Yes.

Was your father a hotel manager in Kolkata?

Yes.

-Which hotel? -Calcutta Central Hotel.

Hmm. Calcutta Central Hotel.

Educational qualifications?

B. Com honours.

What do you do now?

I work in Universal Insurance Company.

-Where's your office? -On 5, Pollock Street.

Before you came here, did you know Judge Mallik?

No.

We met here.

I felt a good rapport with Bijoy.

So, we became friends.

Are you addicted to gambling?

I... I do like gambling but...

not as much as Bijoy.

What brings you to Kashmir?

To relive my childhood memories.

How long are you going to be here?

The plan was to stay for ten days or so but...

I didn't know I would land myself into this mess.

Hmm.

Did anyone ever stop the course of fate, destiny or providence?

May I see the ring you have on your left middle finger?

Sure.

'S' for?

My surname. Sarkar.

Sarkar?

Hmm. Interesting.

I'm leaving now.

I'll be back in a day or two.

There are some loose ends.

I have to tie them up.

Mystery solved!

Hold the fort as the dynamic duo.

Please be careful.

Yes, please.

There are innumerable militants in this militant infested region.

Make sure you carry the gun.

Don't worry. I have it.

And not only Inspector Kaul...

I have Chandragupta with me too.

Bye. Take care.

Hmm.

(title song playing)

THE FELUDA FILES: KILLER KASHMIR

-Tapesh. -Hmm?

The Malliks must be Brahmos.

How do you know?

Can't you see?

Bijoy is not performing the mourning rituals.

Nowadays, a lot of Hindus don't either.

That's true.

But somehow...

-I think-- -Come on, bugger!

-What are you doing? -Move it.

-Why are you arresting me? -You'll find out soon.

-I didn't kill him. -Shut up!

-One thrashing and you'll spit it out. -No, please...

-I didn't do anything. -Cut the crap!

Let me go.

-I'm innocent. -Walk!

Get going or we'll drag you to jail.

-There's been some misunderstanding. -Oh really?

-Let me go. -Prayag.

-I'm a poor guy. -Come on.

-Don't worry. -Come on, move.

-Please be easy on him. -Walk!

-I'm his loyal servant. -Come on!

-Loyal, my foot! -Please let me...

-Get to the police station. -I didn't do anything.

I'm not a killer.

That's what every criminal says.

-Don't arrest me. -Come on!

-I'm not a killer. -Move it, rascal!

-Please don't arrest me. -Shut up or you're done for.

I'm not a killer!

Hello, Inspector Kaul.

Hello.

So are you arresting him?

Yes, he's our culprit.

He used to sleep in the same tent.

He had the means.

And the most important reason is...

we found out he's left-handed.

We asked him to sign with his right hand.

But he couldn't.

But easily signed with his left hand.

Yes. But what about the band?

Until we find the band, there's no proof.

Band?

Uh...

I mean the ring.

Oh, okay. Ring.

We'll find it too, Mr. Ganguly.

We'll give him special treatment in the lockup.

He'll turn it in.

We'll get him to confess everything.

Anyway.

Tell everything to Mr. Holmes when he's back.

-Okay. -Bye.

What happened?

Hmm?

He's been working for Mr. Mallik for a long time.

Hmm.

-I can't believe it! -So...

-You don't think he-- -Never.

There's no question about it.

He doesn't have so much guts.

Besides, the biggest point is...

What?

What is it?

No, nothing.

Is the case officially closed?

For the police.

Oh!

And Mr. Mitter?

Not at all.

Good.

Uh...

When will he come back?

-Tomorrow. -Uh...

In a couple of days.

Hmm.

Oh!

Good night.

-Good night. -Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Lalmohan Babu.

Wake up, Lalmohan Babu.

Moshai.

Why do you act like the sages from "Amar Chitra Katha"?

Either you're hanging upside down.

Or floating in the air.

What if you pull a muscle?

I won't because I know the correct technique.

When did you return?

Early morning.

I finished up work in a day.

The case is crystal clear now.

Like the waters of Lidder River or Dal Lake.

Do you know the police arrested Prayag?

Yes.

I know.

Yesterday...

I called up the police station to give an information.

And learnt about it.

That's why I came back immediately.

And fixed a time.

Time?

For what?

Just like P. C. Sorcar

is it time for P. C. Mitter's magic show?

"Abracadabra!

Hocus-pocus.

Gili gili... "

"... choo"!

Inspector Kaul.

I've told you the whole incident, so may I proceed in Bengali?

Absolutely, by all means.

Mr. Mallik is no more.

I want to start by talking about him.

Siddeshwar Mallik.

He retired after working as a judge for 30 years.

There are two reasons behind his retirement.

Number one.

He was ill.

Number two.

He lost faith in his profession.

He started questioning the validity of death penalty.

I won't make arguments for or against his belief.

I'll only describe the events as they occurred.

Mr. Mallik used to keep a diary.

There was something unique about it.

Whenever he passed a death sentence

he would write the convict's name and mark it with a cross.

If he had doubts about the verdict...

he would not only mark it with a cross.

He would put a question mark against it.

I've read all his diaries.

I found eight question marks in them.

Which means he wasn't sure about eight cases.

Now I'd like to draw your attention to something else.

No one else knew about Mr. Mallik's doubts.

But...

What about the families of the convicts?

He wasn't concerned about their feelings.

I found no mention of it in his diaries.

Very naturally...

a question came to my mind.

Did Mr. Mallik ever think about...

how his verdict affected the ones close to the convicts?

Did it leave them distraught?

Or...

did it make them vindictive?

Did someone want to exact revenge on him?

Was that why they killed Mr. Mallik?

An even bigger question.

In that case...

was that someone present among us?

Did anyone here have a family member...

who was sentenced to death by Mr. Mallik?

The first person I could rule out

was Dr. Majumdar.

Dr. Majumdar had been Mr. Mallik's physician for 15 years.

But I couldn't drop him from the list.

Because I found out...

he is going to start a private nursing home.

And he'd taken a huge loan for that.

But...

he was a close friend and confidante of Mr. Mallik's.

He knew...

Mr. Mallik had left him a huge sum in his will.

That left me with four suspects.

Bijoy Mallik.

Sushanto Shome.

Arun Sarkar.

And Prayag.

I could strike Bijoy off the suspect list.

Because no one from his family was hanged.

The same applied to Sushanto Shome.

There was no mention of any of his family members

in Mr. Mallik's diary.

Thank God!

I was left with two.

Mr. Sarkar.

And...

Prayag.

Prayag.

You've been working for them for a long time.

So you know Bengali well.

I'll ask you in Bengali for everyone's convenience.

You were washing your hands in the river the other day.

That's when I noticed a tattoo on your right hand.

"HR".

What does it mean?

It means nothing, sir.

I just got a random tattoo.

Really?

Yes.

So are you telling me "HR"...

aren't the initials of your name?

They aren't, sir.

My name is Prayag Misir.

What if I say it's not?

You don't respond if anyone calls you Prayag.

Prayag!

Prayag!

-Prayag! -Huh?

Oh, yes!

You didn't seem deaf at other times.

My name is Prayag Misir, sir.

No!

Your name is not Prayag Misir.

"R" is the initial of your surname.

Tell us your surname.

What do I say?

Tell us the truth.

You should've done that earlier.

This is a matter of life and death.

It's important to tell the truth.

Tell us the truth.

You tell everyone, sir.

Very well!

"R" is the initial of your surname.

R stands for Raut.

-Raut? -Tell us your full name.

We'll contact with the spirit of Ramswarup Raut today.

He was my only son.

My son was innocent.

He was framed.

He was my dear son.

He was the apple of my eye.

He was my everything.

He was so innocent.

And naive.

But he was hanged to death.

He was hanged.

He must've got hurt.

When his neck snapped...

he must've been in pain.

Right, sir?

He must've cried.

He must've been scared when they covered his face.

My son!

My son...

My son...

I can feel your pain.

You have been wronged.

But tell me something.

Should you take law into your own hands?

Will revenge bring back your son?

I didn't take revenge.

I didn't kill Mr. Mallik.

Neither did I steal the ring.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

Please tell the inspector.

Sir.

He knows everything. I've told him already.

The sky has cleared and you've cleared your name.

But the whole truth needs to be out.

So tell me.

You really didn't do anything?

No, sir.

I didn't do...

Have you read "The Ramayana", Hanuman Raut?

Sorry, sir?

"The Ramayana".

Have you read it?

Yes, sir.

Do you remember the curse of the blind hermit?

When King Dasharatha killed the blind hermit's son by mistake...

what did the hermit say?

What?

Well...

Didn't you want Mr. Mallik to mourn his son's loss too?

You didn't just want it.

You took all the trouble to make it happen.

No, sir. I didn't do anything--

Of course, you did it.

When Bijoy was looking at a flower on our way to Khilanmarg....

didn't you try to push him off the cliff?

You have a ring on your left hand and you're a lefty.

But he's still alive, sir.

Not just murder.

Attempt to murder is also a crime.

Inspector Kaul.

Rashid.

-Mokhtar. -Yes, sir?

Arrest him.

Let's come to another question.

It's more serious because it'll lead us to the actual killer.

I have already asked this to someone and I want to repeat it again.

Mr. Sarkar.

Yes?

When did you arrive in Srinagar?

On the same flight as you.

The 'S' on your ring stands for?

I told you it's for Sarkar, my surname.

But Mr. Sarkar...

I talked to the Indian Airlines.

That day's passenger list includes...

one Sen, two Senguptas, one Singh...

And a...

Sapru.

-Yes, b-but-- -But...

What, Mr. Sarkar?

What made you suddenly change your surname?

Will you please tell them?

Alright.

Allow me to do the honours then.

I think you're the son of Manohar Sapru.

Mr. Mallik sentenced your father to death.

When you saw him on the flight you wanted to take revenge.

You decided to change your name.

And then made a rapport with his family.

But all the while...

You were looking for a chance to strike.

You got it in Pahalgam.

But the murder was committed by a lefty.

Don't forget I was present at your gambling session.

Don't know about others but I've noticed you.

You deal cards with your left hand.

Game-set-match-championship, Mr. Mitter.

Yes, I did it.

I killed him. I killed that bastard!

Damn right I did!

Yes, damn right I did!

I do not have an iota of regret about it.

You hear me?

I was just fifteen...

when he sent my father to the scaffold.

And my father hadn't done anything wrong.

He was framed.

He was innocent.

And we...

We couldn't hire a good lawyer to defend his case.

And that man... Good riddance!

But I didn't steal the ring.

I don't have it.

No, you didn't take it.

It was someone else.

-Suffered a great loss, right? -What?

I did some digging up in Kolkata.

Debts are increasing by day.

W-What do you m-mean, Mr. Mitter?

I...

Why would my debts increase out of nowhere?

You're right.

-Why would your debts increase? -Exactly.

Only a mindless gambler can share that fate.

What a-are you saying?

Only one person here is like that.

You were once excluded from the will for your reckless lifestyle.

You had no idea if you were included again.

So, you didn't take any risks.

One blow to the head...

and the ring is yours.

What?

Montu? Montu, what--

What you didn't thought was...

that in a moment, your co-gambler would make your job very easy.

Do you mean--

You think I would kill my own father?

I...

I loved my father.

-Don't run, Bijoy. -Montu!

-Montu! -Bijoy!

-Stop! -We'll have to shoot you, Bijoy.

Stop him!

The next bullet won't miss your head!

Trust me. I-I didn't kill Dad.

I didn't want to kill him.

I just needed the ring.

I needed money.

I... I didn't want to kill Dad.

I... I loved Dad.

I...

I didn't want to kill him.

I just needed some money.

I'm a failure. I couldn't do it.

Dad!

I didn't want to kill you, Dad.

Dad... I...

I didn't want to...

I'm an absolute failure, Dad.

I couldn't tell you...

I couldn't...

-Raut and Sapru have sinned. -Forgive me, Dad.

They will be punished according to their crimes.

You know what?

They've done what an ideal father or son would've done.

What about you?

Your father had done so much for you.

He raised you with so much care and love.

And this is how you repay?

You can't be called a human.

In the debates on capital punishment...

you'll be treated as an example of the rarest of rare case.

Forgive me, Dad...

Please, Dad...

You didn't have to arrange for all this.

We would've managed. Also the armed guards were there.

The situation has gotten worse, Mr. Mitter.

I'm glad you cracked this case and you're leaving.

Why?

A high-court judge was shot down by terrorists near a market.

The judge had given death penalty to a militant.

His name was on the hit list I told you about.

Along with Mr. Mallik's.

-That's tragic. -Yes.

The situation in Kashmir is very tense.

Felu Babu.

All said and done...

Can you tell us who attacked you?

Must have been one of the three.

Prayag had the best chance.

To split from the group and attack me.

What about you? Got your plot?

Yes, got it.

I've shared it with Tapesh.

Go on.

It's quite exciting.

But you should forget about the penguin.

So, this Durga Puja...

-"Penguins of Pahalgam". -It's okay.

Forget penguin.

-I'll add polar bear. -Gosh!

Why don't give snow leopard a chance?

-Sure? -Yes.

Snow leopard...

One more thing.

Thanks to the letter 'K', our Kashmir tour is done.

-What's going on here... -Thank me.

Nothing seems right, Topshe.

It will only get worse.