All language subtitles for Typewriter-S1_E1-Chapter 1_ Four Kids and a Dog_en

Daddu.

My dear,

it's 12 o'clock.

You are still awake?

Someone's crying in my room.

Again?

Okay.

Let's go and check it!

Come with Daddu.

Come along.

Oh boy! What a big girl you've become.

Come, let's go check your room.

Okay?

There is someone in my room.

No, my dear. How many times
do I have to tell you?

Ghosts don't exist.

No. They do.

And they come out at midnight.
It's written in your own story.

Sweetheart, it's just a story.
Stories aren't always true.

There are no ghosts then?

I have never met one. Never!

Let's go and see it for ourselves.

You'll see there's nothing there.

First things first,

we put the lights on
before checking anything.

We check behind the door?

Nako!

We check inside the cupboard.

Nada!

And... behind the curtains?

-Nothing.
-Nothing at all.

See? Happy?

Now time to go to sleep.

It's very late.

We have school tomorrow.

I want Nanny.

Nanny will be here dear,
she's back in three days.

Okay?

Shall I switch off the light?

Okay, my dear, good night.

-Good night, Daddu.
-Good night.

Daddu.

Yes, dear?

Someone is crying under my bed.

No, dear, there's no one.

There is, I can hear it.

We just checked your room.
There was no one.

I'm feeling very scared!

Neither can I see anything
nor hear anyone.

There's someone lying on my bed.

Therefore, no one knows
who wrote this book.

Madhav Mathews died the night
he started writing this book.

-Really?
-Arrey, no.

You don't know that!
The whole world knows.

When the police discovered his body,
they found something along with it.

-What?
-All the typed pages of this book.

Then, who wrote this book?

That's what we have to find out.

Perhaps, the ghost
that killed Madhav wrote it.

The internet says
Madhav died of a heart attack.

The net is wrong.

See, Madhav Mathews died in the night.

When the police found his body
the next day, his face was frozen in fear,

as if he'd seen a ghost.

Only a ghost can scare someone so much.

But they found a typed book.

How can a ghost type?

They are transparent like the wind.

Ectoplasm, Gablu!

What?

Why is Gablu part of the Ghost Club?

He doesn't know anything.

Say no, please.

What is this ectoplasm?

Ghosts are made of
this plasma called ectoplasm,

which is invisible during the day but can
solidify and become visible in the dark.

Like water and ice.

-Where are ghosts during the day?
-Where is the wind?

It's everywhere.

-Ghosts are the same way.
-No.

This ghost can take anyone's shape.

-Which one?
-The Ghost of Sultanpore.

I had warned you.

This is the last time you kids trespass
on my boat.

Nobody can save you from me today.
I'm going to...

Move!

Move! Move!

Next time, you mutts.

Next time...

Almost there, guys.

Thank God, about time.

Oh my God, she's awake, she's alive.
I was getting worried there.

-Yo, Nick, buddy. You there?
-Present, sir.

Give me some sweet.

The Ghost of Sultanpore
can take any shape it wants,

and you won't have a clue about it.

Yes, no one would get to know
even if one of us was a ghost.

Where is the Ghost of Sultanpore
right now?

No one has seen him
after he killed Madhav.

Anyway, no one can see ghosts.

Gablu, no one has seen him after that.

He's still in Bardez Villa.

-And we have to find him.
-We do?

Yes.

What's the point of forming a ghost club
if we don't find a ghost?

How do we find a ghost?

It's not like calling Buddy
that he'll come wagging his tail.

I don't know how, but we will catch him.

This is the first mission
of our ghost club.

Doctor Spirit also manages
to find ghosts no?

We just have to find out
how to get the Ghost of Sultanpore.

But what will we do if we find

the ghost in Bardez Villa?

Someone is moving to Bardez.

But this road leads to...

-Hey, Vishal.
-Hi, sir.

-How are you, sir?
-Very well.

Sorry. We got a little delayed.

Not to worry, sir.
Everyone is late in Goa.

-Do you like it?
-Yeah, it's very pretty.

See? I told you, you'll like it.

Where is your brother?

-These are our keys?
-Yes, sir.

Wow. She's so beautiful.

-They have come to stay here?
- In this haunted house?

Let me go and save her.

What?

Nick! Come on.

-What are you reading?
-Nothing.

Show me the book.

Show me.

How many times have I told you
not to read this?

-Mom, but--
-Do not "mom but" me, okay?

If I ever catch you reading this again,
I'm going to set this book on fire.

-You watch.
-Ma, it's online.

-What?
-Even if you burn it...

He can read it anytime.

Miss Sassy Pants, it's online,
it's offline, it's underline,

I really don't care, okay?

I don't want anyone reading this
in my house.

I don't like all this ghost business.

-I've told you before, right?
-Your keys.

Peter.

How did Nick get this book?
Who gave it to him?

Why you looking at me? I didn't. Nick?

Peter Fernandes,
I will deal with you later.

Come out. Come here.

Fast.

-Dude! You should have been more discrete.
-Dad, he's just ten.

-He can't even pronounce it.
-Of course I can.

But she came in
before I could be "discrete".

Look Son, I love you very much.

But in case I'm going down,
you're going down with me.

-Dad!
-Don't "dad" me.

Hold this and hide this, please!
Let's move the vehicles, come on.

Oh shit. Run!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Come on, come back.

You can't shoot us.

We're just kids.

I see.

I'm the law, son. I can do anything.

If I want, I can shoot you
and change your age to 21 on paper.

Understood?

One, two, three.

Where is the fourth culprit?

Come, you also come
and stand in line with them.

You are as bad as them.

Ms. Sameera Anand,
you better have a very good explanation

as to why you are here and not in school?

-I hate school.
-Excuse me?

I don't like that school, Dad.

They don't allow Buddy inside.

This is your excuse? Buddy?

You bunk school because of Buddy?

This isn't good enough a reason.
Not for the school or for me.

And what are you lot
doing out here anyway?

-Madam, where to keep this?
-This one goes to the living room.

-The rooms are written on the boxes.
-Okay.

-Please keep them in the right rooms.
-Okay, madam.

-We are in Bardez Villa.
-Yes.

These guys are staying here.
How will we catch the ghost?

We will.

Gablu!

Hello. Is there a problem, officer?

No, no. Sorry. We...
shouldn't have just barged in.

But this is first time
I'm actually seeing anyone in this villa.

For as long as I can remember,
this villa has been empty.

So curiosity got the best of us...
I'm Ravi Anand,

-Hi.
-local police Inspector.

-This is Sameera, my daughter.
-Hi.

-Devraj, Satyajit.
-Hi.

How are you all?

Don't go by their innocent faces.

They're seasoned criminals.

-This is Buddy.
-He is cute.

We just came to say hello
and welcome to Bardez.

Thanks for that. I'm Peter, by the way.

-This is my beautiful wife, Jenny.
-Hi.

This is my son, here, Nick,

right here.

And and that girl on the phone
is my daughter Anya.

We just shifted from Mumbai.

Oh! Interesting...

The family who lived here once,
also had a girl called Jenny.

Same one. Same Jenny.

-Her grandfather owned this villa.
-Yup.

Whoa... Seriously?

Yes? Why?

No. Nothing.

-Okay.
-We better be going.

I have to put these criminals in jail.

Sorry, there is nothing in my house today.
No chocolates, no soft drinks, nothing.

Next time, for sure.

Don't worry. Let them get used to it.

They won't get these things in jail.

-Come, let's go.
-Bye.

-See you.
-Bye.

That's nice.

I miss you too. I wish we hadn't shifted.

But if I can't, can you come to Goa?

Second box of cushions, that corner.

Thanks. Put it here.

Anyone wants tea?

-Yes.
-Nick, find your boxes, buddy.

-How many boxes are left?
-Five or six.

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I just came to take this box.

What is inside that box?

I don't know.
Your mom asked me to get rid of it.

First things first,

We put the lights on
before checking anything.

We check inside the cupboard.

Nada!

And behind the curtains?

Nothing!

Oh God, Nick!

Ma, please. I love this room.

Can this be my bedroom? Please, Ma.

Ma, can I keep this typewriter?

Ma, please. I'll clean it every day.

I'll wash my underwear too.

Ma, this is damn cute.

-Why are you throwing it away?
-Ma, please.

Madam. Please decide and let me go.

-Ma, please--
-Shush! One minute please.

-What? What typewriter?
-This one.

-It's junk. Why do you need it?
-It's so cool. Like an antique.

Not worth a penny.

Thank you. Heard that?

We have so much junk already, Anya
There's so much stuff downstairs.

-Please, no, Anya.
-Ma, please. I can learn to type on it.

If she gets the typewriter,
I get the room.

-Oye! There's no bargaining here.
-Jenny.

I need you downstairs. Come.

-Dad, can I please keep the typewriter?
-Which one?

Hey, wow! This is so cool. And old.

Whose is this?

My grandfather's, probably.

Please, Ma? Dad?

Come on. Let's keep it.
Also, it's heritage, right?

Peter, this typing interest is going to
last exactly a week and then in dustbin.

Okay? Please.

Thank you Ma. Thank you, thank you.
Thank you so much.

Have fun.

-Got it?
-Huh?

No.

I did try.

But the girl saw me
before I could take it out.

Did it look like this?

I'm not sure.

Maybe it looked like this.

Oh, well.

My money?

What money?

The money you promised me
to get the typewriter.

But you didn't get the typewriter?

But I tried.

I never said
I'll give you money for trying.

I said I'll give you money
for getting me the typewriter.

Even I can say.

What will you say?

I have been told that

I talk too much when I'm drunk.

What if I accidentally tell someone
you asked me to steal something?

Then?

What if that someone
happens to be a Police officer?

Then?

I mean what are the chances?

You tell me.

You sound like a man
well versed with the law of probability.

What?

What am I?

An expert on Law of Probability.

You tend to know the probability
of what is about to happen.

Like, you can get drunk,

and then talk to someone,

And that someone
can turn out to be a Police officer.

You know all that.

Tell me something.

Let's say,
there are a 100 people in Bardez.

So your chance of talking to a person
who is a police officer.

The probability looks a little weak, no?

Huh?

Yes.

Should we make the probability
a little strong?

What do you mean?

-You are asking to go to a police officer?
-Oh no. No, no.

Don't get me wrong.

I want to improve this situation.

Unfuck an otherwise fucked situation.

Ehh?

Let me explain.

See, what are the chances that this floor

is going to be soaking wet
in the next few minutes?

What the fuck are you on about?

Either you give me my money
or you go to jail.

You don't have any other pro...
what is it?

-Probability.
-Yes. You don't have it.

-Hey. What are you doing?
-Changing the probability.

The chances of you talking
and you not talking.

I've had enough of your bullshit.

Glad you realized, though a little late.

Don't fuck with me.

Or me.

Doctor Spirit. What is a ghost?

Souls. The souls of dead people.

So, are these souls good or bad?

How are human beings?
Both good and bad.

Souls are also both good and bad.

Some souls are still here
because they love someone very much

and are not ready to leave them.

Some souls are here
because they want to cause harm.

You have no proof about any such thing.

But you talk like
you know everything about them.

I do,

because I have seen them.

I have dealt with them face to face

-many times.
-Sam!

You need to switch it off before you hide.

What were you watching? Show me also.

Not again. Doctor Spirit!

Why you so obsessed with ghosts?
Ghosts don't exist.

They exist, Dad. Watch this interview.

Doctor Spirit has seen them,
good and bad ghosts, both.

Really? I thought ghosts were only bad.

No.

If someone loves you very much,
they come back as a ghost.

Wow. Fantastic.

But, darling,
we need to come to some agreement here.

You cannot bunk school

to find ghosts.

You and your friends
need to find some other time to do it.

I will be very upset
if I ever hear you bunking school again.

Okay?

-Sam? Are we clear?
-Yes.

That's my daughter.

Go to bed now. School tomorrow.

-Yes.
-Come on. In bed.

-Dad?
-Yes.

Did Mom love me a lot?

'A lot'? Much more than a lot.

She loved you
more than anyone else on this earth.

-And I used to be on her lap all the time?
-And how!

You would not leave her
and she wouldn't let you.

I had to fight her to get you on my lap.

Good night.

Love you, Dad.

Love you too.

Good night.

If someone loves you very much,

they come back as a ghost.

-Nick!
-I'm afraid to sleep alone.

Come in.

Nick.

I knew it.

Let me make myself absolutely clear.

I'm extremely disappointed
with the behavior of your children.

Not only is it disrespectful
to the school,

but also a bad influence
on the other children.

I cannot allow this incident
to pass off lightly.

If I do,
it will set a very wrong precedent.

So, the children will write
an apology letter to their class teacher,

and face detention as decided.
You may leave now.

Neither me nor your mother
have ever bunked school.

You are our son, how can you do this?

Bunking school is not hereditary,
Mr. Tandon.

It's bad company.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-Mr. and Mrs. Fernandes?
-Yes.

I'm Father Mason. Please come.

Come guys.

Turn to page 98, all of you.

Good morning, Father.

-Morning.
-Good morning, Father.

Good morning, students.

Sit down, sit sown. Please sit down.

Let me introduce
the newest member of the class,

Nikhil Fernandes.

Anya Fernandes.

She has just shifted to Bardez
from Mumbai.

Give her the warm welcome
we're famous for in Bardez.

From tomorrow,
Nikhil will be in school uniform.

One of us.

Nikhil, find yourself a seat.

-Find another seat.
-Why?

Nikhil, I'll leave you with a thought
that I often tell my students:

"A man is known by the company he keeps."

So choose your company very carefully.

Thank you.

Now you know why?

Okay, class. Back to page 98.

-Is this it?
-Yes.

Okay.

Nice office.

-You like it?
-Yeah.

Okay.

-Time to get to work.
-Bye, baby.

I don't have to go. I mean, I can stay...

-Go make some money.
-I should, right?

-Bye.
-Bye.

Thank you.

-What is the bar called?
-Good Head Bar.

Good Head Bar.

Ravi, look.

I'm looking.

Not that, look in front.

-Hello.
-Hi.

We keep bumping into each other.

Yes, we do.

-Everything okay?
-Yes, I...

-Everything is fine. I...
-Come, come. have a seat.

Thank you, Selwyn.

-Please.
-Thank you.

People in Bardez
avoid the police station their whole life.

But here you are on your first day.

No, no. There's no problem as such.

I'm not sure if I should have come here.

-I just wanted to find out about someone.
-Who?

One nanny...

Nanny?

Jenny, this is a police station.
If you want a nanny for your children...

No, not like that. She...

-My nanny, she was with us when I was kid.
-Oh, okay.

Of course.

Her name?

I called her Nanny.

Now, It'll be a little difficult
to find a nanny called Nanny.

Any other details?

No. Not really.

You know what?

It's okay.
Sorry, this was a bad idea, clearly.

Don't worry about it. It's okay.

It's difficult without a name and address.

But in case I come across anything,
I'll let you know.

Okay. Thank you so much.
I'm really sorry to bother you.

-No, not a problem.
-Thank you.

Who is she?

She just moved into Bardez Villa
with her family.

What?

In the haunted house? Why?

Because it's her house. She is
Madhav Mathews' granddaughter, Jenny.

What are you saying, man?

It's true.

Now tell me. What happened at the bar?

It was nothing.

Some drunk fell, and died in the toilet.

Routine check.

-So, let's go and check it out.
-What's her name?

Jenny.

-Come on.
-Jenny.

In the haunted house, eh?

How did it go in school?

Fucked.

You should have been there.

Really?

I thought the Father
was going to burst a vein.

I was shitting bricks.

But the kids were so cool. Chilled.

-As if nothing was wrong.
-Wow!

I love Sam, man.

I mean I want to be like her,
totally fearless, bindass.

You know, I've finally figured
out why is she so obsessed with ghosts.

Why?

She misses her mother.
I think she's looking for her.

Means?

Means, if ghosts exist,
then her mother also exists.

That's pretty serious, man.

She's just a kid. Is this normal for her?

That's what, man.

I don't know what to do.

What all is she thinking at this age?

I'm little worried about her.

Sameera Anand?

-Yes, miss.
-C+.

Sameera, you have to take more interest.

Your essay lacks soul.

Ma'am, but it's about castles.

Even then, castles are a work of art.

When you're describing a work of art,

you must draw inspiration
from things around you.

Yes, Ma'am.

Siddhant Naik.

-Why did you move to Bardez?
-Because my dad got a job here.

-Satyajit Tandon?
-Yes, miss.

Satyajit, you wrote a very creative essay.

Thank you, miss.

By any chance, did you practice an essay
on cows, before this test?

No, miss.

Oh, I misunderstood.

Satyajit, I love the way you say,

"Castles are large square buildings
in which kings stay with queens.

Outside the castle,
there are normally green fields,

where cows graze.

Cows are very important animals."

After this, Satyajit writes
a very nice essay on cows.

Two full pages, in fact.

If this was an essay on cows, Satyajit,
you would have got an A.

Rensil D'souza, A+.

Shit. F. My dad's going to kill me.

Definitely!

Have you read The Ghost of Sultanpore?

Of course. My great grandfather wrote it.

Teresa Gomes, C.

We've formed a ghost club.
You want to join?

To do what?

To catch ghosts.

-Where will you find ghosts?
-In your house.

Hello. Who is there?

Hello.

Ghosts don't exist.

-Hi.
-Ma'am, you wanted to hire a maid.

-Yes.
-This is Maria.

-Very hard working.
-Oh good. Hello, Maria.

Come, please.

-Okay, ma'am.
-Yes, thank you.

Come.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Why do we have a free period now?

Our old math teacher
suddenly vanished one day.

Really?

So no math till we find a new teacher.

See, see. Someone new.

Sorry to be a party pooper.
My name is Amit Roy.

And I'm your new mathematics teacher.

Yeah, yeah. I feel the same.

We found him lying there.

Blood all over.

Hit his head on that sink.

-Are you sure he is not from around here?
-Hundred percent.

I know I know more or less everyone
in this village.

So no name or anything on this man?

Nah. Only that card I gave you.
It was in his pocket.

That's it I guess.

We will try to find his family
and inform them.

Sure I can't get you a drink?

Uncle, on duty.

Selwyn.

Sit, sit.

Uncle, a silly question.

-Yes.
-You know the Bardez Villa?

Our Bardez Villa?

There was a woman who worked there.
Some 30-35 years ago.

She was a nanny. Don't know her name
but she looked after the girl. Jenny.

Yes.

Sara.

She wanted to leave after that death,

but stayed back
just to look after the kid.

No. I think she left after Madhav's death

-because Jenny was sent away.
-No. Not Madhav's death.

His daughter's. Jenny's mom, Carol.

Jenny's mom?

That villa had some vile shit going on.
All kind of weird stuff.

-That man was fucked up.
-Who?

Madhav.

He may have been famous
but fucked in the head.

He did all kind of this
black magic voodoo shit.

He claimed it helped him to write.

The story goes that Madhav
used to buy dead bodies to do black magic.

Don't talk shit, Uncle.

I have seen with my own eyes.

There was this criminal
who died in prison.

Madhav got this chap in the hospital
to get him the body.

That criminal's wife
came begging to Madhav

for the body in front of me

-James.
-Yes, sir.

Throw them out!

-Sir, please return my husband's body.
-Please, leave.

Sir! Sir!

One day I saw...

Jenny's mom was trying to escape
with Jenny.

Carol! Get in!

-Why didn't you report it to the police?
-Did you hear of Jenny's mom before?

-No.
-That's why.

Madhav was a very powerful man those days.

The police arrived on the first day.

But Madhav shut down the investigation.

Nobody dared to mes with him.

And when did Jenny's mom die?

A couple of weeks later.

Horrible death.

She fell from the window and died.

-Uncle, I'll come back later after work..
-Okay.

To borrow whatever you're smoking.

This is no Ganja, you idiot!
This is life, life!

I have seen it with my own eyes,
understood?

-What bullshit!
-Uncle, where is Sara, the nanny?

Any idea?

Nah. She split with her husband

and moved out towards Palolem.

Oh, that's another story.

Another story?

Uncle, you should write a book.

Madhav Mathews type,
it will be the best seller.

Her husband used to work in the hospital.

He is the one they suspected
to supply the dead bodies to Madhav.

Fuck! This gets better and better.

Uncle, where is this husband now?

No idea. Somewhere.

He lost his leg in an accident.

After that he's hardly been seen.

Ghosts do exist.