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(Crickets chirping)

(Leaves rustling...) (Hurried footsteps)

(intense music plays) Hey you, stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

(Suspenseful music)

Hey man, stop.

Stop.

Hey catch him man! F**king hell!

(Door creaking)

(Eerie growl)

I think he went that way. -Let's go, let's go!

(Suspenseful music)

(Footsteps) (Car engine revs)

(Tires screeching)

(Frightening music)

(Eeire growl)

(Rasped growls)

(Eerie howl) (Intense music plays) (Screams & howls)

Beware, beware...

Beware, beware...

The night is quiet and lonely, The killer plots their deeds in it,

The curses are bound to names,

Who sent a note to death...?

Tell me , tell me, tell me. Beware, beware...

Beware, beware...

Everyday starts with new problems on the rise...

The knife at hand, craves for conflicts & blood...

Fear takes it's seat as an ally,

As the case gets complicated, Thoughts point to Saralakkho...

Beware... Saralakkho...

Beware... Beware...

Beware... Beware...

(Bell tolls)

In the quiet of the night,

In search of staged criminals,

He unearths all the mysteries, It's Saralakkho...

In the quiet of the night,

You alright mate?

Wanna have some fun?

He unearths all the mysteries, It's Saralakkho...

The night is young in the city,

Crimes are all over the place,

The whole plot is known to him, It's Saralakkho...

He unearths all the mysteries, It's Saralakkho...

Saralakkho Holmes, -Arya Sen.

Brilliant. -Tea?

Coffee... Hey, behind you!!

Hey, get him. Get him! -All yours now mate!

Saralakkho, who is this? Why did he attack me?

Move, move. Come on. Let's go.

Petroleum jelly, never use it on your beard.

There're ideas in his footsteps, beyond the darkness...

He's the ultimate respite, It's Saralakkho...

Saralakkho, Saralakkho, Saralakkho...

Umm... Sir, sir,.. Excuse me.

Sir, sir... This way sir. Sir... Excuse me.

And here we have our famous sleuth, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Can you sir please, enlighten us regarding the Northern serial killer?

Well, the pattern of the last three killings were identical.

It could have been Dr. Sen's turn today, if not you know...

The killer was suffering from

Colour psychosis, and the colour blue at night

Is what was instigating him.

Sir, sir. What do you think was the motive of the murders?

The motive of the murder was colour,

Whenever he saw a blue suit or a blue gown, he was agitated.

So, the colour blue is source of all problems.

Sir, how did you plan the catch?

Hmm, I asked my friend Dr. Sen to wait for me in a blue suit.

I used him as a bait, it was a bait.

And the fish was hooked.

Thank you.

Sir, sir. Sir..,.

Are you insane or what?

Well, who on heaven and earth can say who is insane and who is not?

Dr. Arya Sen.

What do you mean?

Huh? Is this possible? Hmm?

My supposed flatmate would use me as a bait on the first day?

Calculated risk...

Mr. Holmes,

Please refrain from taking such calculated risks.

This is my house, and I don't allow you to burn it.

Dr. Sen, your tea.

Hmm, thank you.

Good lord, Mrs. Hudson! You know him.

Better you should know him.

What do you mean by calculated risk, huh?

By the way,

Detective...

The trophy in your right hand belongs to my brother Mycroft,

And the pipe in your left hand is mine. I used to smoke in college.

Do you have eyes behind your head? -No...

It's being reflected in the picture.

Can you please elaborate?

Regarding a thing?

That why is everyone calling me Sherlock? -Exactly.

Well, the English are unable to pronounce the name Saralakkho.

That picture over there, those are my parents and my brother

Saint Paul's Cathedral, Calcutta 1990.

Okay,

So how did you land in London?

My father was a Bengali Christian,

Rajshekhar Holmes and mother a British, Francesca Holmes.

Mycroft Holmes my step brother, from our mother's first marriage.

He is the one who told you about me.

At the time, our parents got separated

I was 9 and my brother was 15.

My father was the DCP at Lalbazar police station, he was a good officer.

Sir, a suicide has happened in Narkeldanga, we have to rush Sir.

Let's go. -He did not have much IQ,

He got to the position through hard work.

But he had ample experience.

An old lady had committed suicide in Muchipara jurisdiction.

I had just been admitted to Rajabazar Science College for my studies.

Since my mother was not around,

The keys to the house were with my father.

His trust in me wavered a little.

Hey, Mr. Holmes. -Sir.

I am the area's MLA, and the General of Prisons. -Sir.

All of this will not be tolerated here.

This lady was mentally tortured, that's why she committed suicide.

Maybe sir.

Not maybe, this is what has happened.

It's all for the property.

Her nephew tortured her for property,

And that's why she committed suicide. Hmm? -Sir.

Note everything that's around.

Dad? -Huh?

The keys? -Yes. Here, take it.

I need all the details, scrutiny everything around here. - Okay.

Make sure nobody is able to enter the premises. - Okay, sir.

Hey, hey, hey! Step aside.-Hey Saralakkho, don't touch, don't touch.

You take the notes. It's a case of suicide. -Okay.

Murder. -Huh?

This is a murder.

The killer is 5'10,

He has a rough patch under his right feet so he stumps a little.

He has a blue coloured car, no sorry sky blue.

Hmm, the killer is left handed and consumes tobacco.

(Suspenseful music)

(Intense upbeat music)

What was the need for all of this?

You are such an amazing observer,

You could be an Ornithologist.

A bird watcher! -Boring! -Great!

Now face the reality.

He won't spare you in any way. Goodness!

Hey, move the car. We have to catch him.

Hurry up!

Okay, tell me how did you figure it out?

This is a murder, the killer has a car of the colour blue, no sky blue.

He is left handed and consumes tobacco.

The killer has rough patch on his right feet, so he stumbles a little.

The killer is 5'10.

The minister wanted the Old lady's property.

So the story of the newphew is completely made-up.

Hey!

That way, that way.

You should go to your brother,

It's not safe for you to live here anymore.

Hey,

Aren't you feeling sad for me?

No.

You're going far away.

I'm getting welled up at the thought.

That's not water, it's solution secreted from lacrymal glands.

Mucin, lipid, lysozyme, immunoglobulin potassium, glucose, urea.

Brilliant!

Unique and exceptional.

I have not met someone with this kind of observation.

But what if you get cataract?

Our eyes did not evolve just for vision, Dr. Sen.

Ugh. It's for observation.

Anyway, I can observe otherwise too.

I can smell and tell what is what.

Wow, lovely.

Oh, and I am pursuing FRCS from Campbell College.

Umm, I told you over the call.

Yes, I know.You're an good student, but didn't get a hostel.

So, you're looking for an apartment, my brother said.

Home?

In Kolkata.

36 A, Townsend Road, Bhawanipur Kolkata -25. West Bengal, India.

How did you know this?

Hahaha!

Brilliant.

Brilliant, once again.

Umm,

You... -Energy boosters.

Why?

Because I cannot sit idle for long Dr. Sen.

I need a case to solve, I get seizures when I'm idle.

I lose my senses, Oh God! It's so difficult you know.

So it's for my nerves.

Yes, Shekhar here.

Welcome to London, Shekhar.

When did you land?

Yesterday, 8-ish...

How are you? -I'm fine.

You're coming today right?

I have a few serious things to discuss with you. -Yes.

I'm on my way.

Mr. Quayum, do you believe in a haunting hound?

There is rarely an explanation to everything, Shekhar.

We'll talk when you're here. Hmm?

See you, bye.

Where is he?

Mr. Shekhar Choudhary wants to meet you Mr. Holmes.

Hmm.

How long have I been sleeping, Mrs. Hudson?

Never mind, send him up.

Who is Shekhar Choudhary, Saralakkho?

You'll see, because

He's climbing the stairs. Huh?

He took a pause,

He's climbing again.

Climbing, climbing... Brilliant.

He's climbing,

Took a pause.

He is coming,

3...

2...

1...

Good morning.

I am Shekhar Choudhary.

I am Saralakkho Holmes.

My friend, Dr. Arya Sen.

Hello.

I don't know if you know of the place or not,

I am the heir of Baskerville Hall, situated at Dartmoor, Devonshire.

My uncle Amarendra Choudhary,

Died under mysterious circumstances a week ago.

Police is suspecting that he was attacked by an animal in the woods.

His body was found at a distance from his car, is it?

Correct!

It's all over the news, I have seen it.

Your uncle's social security number is, NIN478932.

Do you know what attacked him?

Yes, a hound.

Supposedly a hundred-year-old, means a haunting hound.

A hound without a body.

A ghost.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I am a professor of Mythology, Mr. Holmes.

I don't believe in superstitions.

Doesn't mean, that there wouldn't be any myths,

That people won't believe in ghosts.That's not possible.

How did the hound come in the picture?

How did it... start? -Arya...?

Arya...? -Huh?

Please disable the notifications.

Umm. Sorry!

In St. Ford's church Dartmoor, there's an idol of Jesus.

It's made of Egyptian black stone.

It's believed that a mythical hound guards that idol.

It's a myth, but

But my family's bloodline is entwined with it.

Interesting.

Please tell me more.

Advocate Quayum knows the best on Baskerville's history.

But I know for a fact that my great, great grandfather,

Rajendra Choudhary went on to steal that idol.

And he was the first in the line,to be attacked by the hound.

And he passed.

And one can say that from then, our lineage has been cursed.

Did your uncle...?

Try to steal the idol?

That I do not know.

So, after your uncle's demise you are the...

Only heir.

I live in America, and teach at Stanford.

I arrived in London last evening.

Today I am supposed to meet my uncle's lawyer, Mr. Palash Quayum.

I'll get the details from him.

I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Holmes.

xIf you can solve this for me, I mean if you come to Dartmoor.

I'll be very grateful.

Hmm.

Is your uncle the only reason behind contacting me Mr. Choudhary?

Or there's something else?

Of course, no.

There's something else.

I am staying at Sutherland Hotel,

Last night along with dinner,

This was delivered in my room.

You suspect that someone doesn't want you to reach Baskerville Hall.

If you do, you might be killed?

Something like that.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Donald.J.McAllen, Professor of History, Stanford.

You specialised in Middle East Period Myth.

You pursued your M.A at Harvard, and your latest paper is

Popular Uprisings of Colombia.

Please leave your lawyer's address with us,

We can accompany if you like. -Of course.

I'm amazed, Mr. Holmes.

You are as brilliant as they say.

Thank you. Goodbye.

How did you know all of this?

The phone, it's not just for whatsapp!

Arya, there's a man infront of the house.

He's reading the Daily Mail. The font matches with the letter.

Quick... Huh?

The man is huge, he is reading a month old newspaper!

He's the man of the time & hour, It's Saralakkho...

What is the matter? -Jimmy...

987663 number, chop chop mate.

What is the matter? I don't get it! Say something.

You are a detective?

Saralakkho Holmes.

Shekhar, why do you need a Detective?

I got a letter, with a threat. At the hotel.

And it's necessary to learn about the hound and it's existence.

The hound exists, Shekhar.

The ghost, of a hound.

Hmm.

Look at this.

The ancestors of the Choudhary's, Ramendra Choudhary,

He came to England in 1919,

He got married to Diana Baskerville,

And Diana's father Charles

Baskerville, was the owner of the estate.

The estate was passed on to

Diana and Ramendra after his death.

And after them it was, Rajendra Choudhary.

And the myth begins from his time.

What is the myth exactly?

There's a church in the jungle of Dartmoor,

Saint Ford Church.

Rajendranath was very daring and brave as a person,

Come,

Follow me...

There is an expensive Jesus idol in the church,

He came to know of it.

There you are, hmm...

Okay...

Uhhh... Come on, come on.

This one... eh.

Hey, hold this...

What's that?

Oh shut up, I don't care.

Sir, I really think we should go.

Oh, will you shut up?

Let me do my job, okay?

Oh, my Lord.

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

Beautiful...

Gorgeous...

What a beautiful face my love...

Let's make love.

No... - Stop I say!

Stop!! Hahaha!!

I got you, I got you my love.

Stop I say!

Stop my darling.

Come on... eh!!

I got you my love!

Oh my love...

Come on, come on!

Hey stop, I'll kill you...

This is not just a story, Shekhar

I myself saw the footprints of a hound at Amarendra's death spot.

This curse runs in the bloodline of the Choudhary's.

Hmm... interesting.

Imprints of a ghost...

We don't have explanations for things all the time, Mr. Holmes.

So, I suggest Shekhar you don't need to go,

I'll arrange everything for you here itself.

That is my house, Mr. Quayum.

I have to go.

And Uncle died of the hound attack, I have to get the details.

Someone of your age wouldn't do that unless...

Splendid!

Come on, let's chat at the hotel with a cup of coffee.

Palash Quayum did not see the footprints of a hound.

What? What are you saying?

Your Uncle passed two days prior to yesterday,

And Mr. Quayum will get the delivery of his glasses today.

He has minus power.

How do you know that he has lost his glasses?

Here as you can see the body lies,

It seems like some kind of an animal attack.

Then why did he say so?

Because he doesn't want you to reach Baskerville!

The heart ailment is genetic in your family,

I feel that way after learning about Mr. Amarendra's death,

And of your recent cardiac surgery.

It's a possibility, maybe someone knows of this.

Or a lot of people know about it.

You have amazed me!

Thank you.

I have never come across this kind of observation.

You have anything else to say about me?

You suffer from hair fall, so you use medication.

I gathered it from the dandruff on your blazer.

Hahaha!! Wow!

Oh by the way, something else has happened.

A shoe is missing, it's brand new I did not wear it even once!

It got stolen from the room.

From this room? - Yes.

Didn't you inform at the hotel?

I didn't know what to say!

God knows what will the thief do with one shoe of a pair!

Oh, I'll show you the pictures...

Look, if it comes in some or the other relevance.

Palash Quayum.

Yes, Mr. Quayum

The forensic report is here,

The wounds are from an animal attack.

And that's a hound. -Okay. Thanks.

Does Amarendra have any other relative who is liable for property?

No.

My father, Rajatendra and Amarendra are two brothers,

My grandfather Sarbendra's other son Sabitendra left

the country long back. He supposedly is no more.

So, I am the only heir.

Who else knows of genetic heart ailment of the Choudhary bloodline?

If it actually is true.

Let's assume it is. Then?

Then we can take a chance, and check out that it works or not...

And if it works, and he is scared,

Then we'd win!

Remember Dr. Sen, myth is a part of lies.

Brilliant! But what about the shoe?

How did that get stolen? -Interesting!

Mr. Holmes. -Robin Das, please send him in, Mrs. Hudson.

Sir... -Ah, Mr. Das!

Who took the cab this morning?

An Indian Sir, he was speaking english,

But I could tell from his accent, and the other was a British guy.

How does the Indian man look?

Umm, I couldn't figure out much. He had beard, and was in shades.

Beard, shades... He could also be a Bangladeshi.

May be, sir.

Thank you, sir.

That means,

Someone followed Shekhar to his room.

And got into his room.

Again? -But why?

They already sent a letter, so this must be their second attempt.

Arya... -You'll go?

Baskerville...?

Do something, call up Shekhar and tell him that you'll accompany him.

Quick, pack your stuff! -And what about you?

Later. - Later?

Why so?

All the mysteries bow down to him, in all the ways...

And the sky is full of mysteries,

And all of them are unmasked, under his watch...

How long will they survive, from the eyes of the hawk...

It's Saralakhho, it's Saralakhho...

He unearths all the secrets, It's Saralakkho...

He unearths all the secrets, It's Saralakkho...

(whistling)

I am telling you a number of times,

I don't get the fact that why would you join in later?

(Whistling & knocking)

Good morning. Come in.

My luggage is almost packed. -Good morning.

Come in Mr. Arya.

There's an increase in the number of sly thieves in London.

This time it's an expensive cap of mine,

It got stolen from the café of this hotel. -What? Was it new?

No, I have been using this for about five years.

And the funny part is,

look, there.

Oh my! The theif returned it? -Yes, think about it once!

Who are residing in Baskerville, as of now Mr. Choudhary?

Rahman and Nafisa, they are the caretakers of Baskerville as of now.

So it's just them.

Good. You and Arya should start your journey.

There's nothing to worry anymore.

Okay, thank you.

I'll just pack my toiletries. -Hmm.

Hey,

Saralakkho...? -Hmm?

Are you sure?

That there's nothing to worry?

Of course, there are things to worry about... -Huh?

There will be an attempt to kill Mr. Choudhary. -What?

Good luck, my dear Arya Sen.

How are you Rahman?

All God's grace...How are you? -Good.

My friend, Dr. Arya Sen. He'll stay with us for a while.

Nice meeting you.

Come on, hand me the luggage. Come...

The car is parked in the lobby. -Yes, thank you.

It's quite cold out here.

Where did Uncle pass?

In the jungle,

On end of the railway track from Saint Ford's Church.

Come on, give me the keys. -Sir, I...

I've come after so long, let me drive a little.

Get in the car, Dr. Sen.

Just pause here.

Welcome Sir. -Oh!!

Lovely!

This reminds me of a single thing. -What?

Sweet revenge...!

We have lost a lot along with Kohinoor, isn't it?

Oh! Hahaha!

Can I help you?

Coming out of the room.

Correct, correct! -Nafisa, my wife.

Come on in, he'll get the bags.

Come, Dr. Sen.

Show me next day's footage, please.

A little back please? Back...

Yup, zoom here!

That'll be all. Thank you.

Sir's demise has shocked us,

We're unable to sleep at night.

God knows why he went into the forest so late at night,

When he had the full knowledge,

Of the hound at Baskerville. -Have you seen the hound?

I've heard. - The barks?

Yes.

Dr. Sen...?

Dartmoor is clearly visible from this window.

Do you want tea? -Huh?

Umm, no. Thank you.

Mr. Shekhar do you want tea? -No, no!

Please call Rahman. -Hmm.

What do you think? -Hmm?

Umm, it seems like magic in the daytime,

we'll have to figure what happens at night.

But you know, my childhood memories are amazing.

So, did you know of the hound back then? -Of course.

But did not bother much about it.

Actually, my uncle is the second

to be killed by the hound after Rajendra.

My father had a natural death. -Hmm, heart attack?

Sorry to bother you my dear, but you left a

Piece of packet infront of room no 304.

Umm... -A single shoe I suppose.

Yes, certainly. Somebody requested that so I

placed it infront of their room. -And who was he?

I can't remember, I've never seen him before.

So, where's the packet now, mademoiselle?

I don't know, I have no clue. Sir.

Anyway, excuse me.

Sir.

Aah, Rahman.

Umm, do you know why did Uncle venture into the night?

I don't know that, but he seemed bothered from the past few days.

He used to be restless.

Why? Why was he distracted and bothered?

Actually he had a few debts at the market,

umm, he had invested in shares, and thus he suffred a loss.

He was running low on cash, even in the past month that's why

Mr. Chanchal helped him with cash. -Who is Mr. Chanchal?

He lives in Dartmoor with his sister.

He used to come up here, once in a while.

Then?

Then again he was suffering, as well has he was angry.

And that night he left all of a sudden.

Very sad. -So you did not stop him?

I did, I tried. He rebuked me a bit. Actually,

he had lost his favourite golf gloves the other day.

After that he just left without saying a word.

He had scolded me after losing the gloves.

Okay, so did anyone apart from Mr. Chanchal contact uncle?

Mr. Quayum, he had come in the day prior to the incident.

Quayum was here? What did he have to say?

Umm, Sir. Is this the right...? -Yes, it is fine to discuss. Tell me.

Sir, he was rebuking your Uncle.

Maybe he had taken money, which he couldn't return. Goodday Sir.

Quayum did not mention about meeting Uncle the day before he died.

Isn't this too much of a coincidence? -Hmm.

Uncle's golf gloves,

My cap.

What is happeneing?

Who sent you? -Sherlock Holmes.

You've gotta be kidding me. Sherlock...!

I can't remember, I've never seen him before.

So, who knows about the fact that you contacted me?

Nobody other that Mr. Quayum. -Hmm, okay.

Who knew that you are going to Baskerville?

Umm, Mr. Quayum and my caretaker Rahman knew that I'm coming.

I mean I'd travel such a distance.

You told them about staying in Sutherland? -Yes.

No. -Just asking.

Okay, goodbye.

How are things? -Mysterious.

The place is amazing, you'll see!

Did you gather anything?

The basic fact is that before Mr. Amarendra passed, he had

A few debts in the market.

He suffered a loss at the share market.

He was disappointed with a lot of things.

That's what Ramhan said.

Caretaker? -Yes, the caretaker.

He stares in a weird manner.

He and his wife Nafisa stay here.

Oh, another important thing,

That is, a few days before his death,

a pair of golf gloves went missing.

Really? -Hmm.

Did someone else come to meet him in the last few days?

Palash Quayum had come to meet the day before.

Umm, they had a feud regarding monetary policies.

So he left that day.

And other than that it was a neighbour named,

Mr. Chanchal Ray, he used to visit, lives in Dartmoor.

And the hound? -No, there's no sight of it as of now.

Listen, when are you coming? -Good night.

Oh!

And a coat of mine is missing. -Huh?

After coming here? -Yes, after reaching here.

Hmm.

But there's no one here apart from Rahman and Nafisa.

The cap went missing in London,

Rahman and Nafisa were not there...

I am unable to figure out anything.

Okay, Mr. Shekhar,

Could you figure why Mr. Amarendra was in the woods at nightfall?

No.

That church might be the only reason to

Come out of Baskerville Hall at nightfall.

Dr. Sen!!

Tell me. -Saralakkho, Palash Quayum saw the right thing.

There are prints of a hound at the spot Amarendra was attacked.

Just saw that. -Send pictures.

Anything else? -Shekhar's coat is missing.

There's nobody apart from me, Shekhar, Rahman and Nafisa.

Hmm.

I'll call you back.

Good morning!

Good morning. -Very good morning!

Well, if I am not mistaken,

Are you Mr. Shekhar Choudhary?

That's right! -Aaah!

Glad to meet you, Mr. Choudhary.

I am Chanchal Ray.

I live in Dartmoor Villa, I am an anthropologist.

Yes, I've heard of you.

You were aquainted with my uncle. -Yes, of course. of course.

In fact, I met with him the day before he passed.

We had a hearty chat in the evening.

Very unfortunate.

I never imagined a situation as such, Mr. Choudhary.

It would be nice if I could sit and talk to you.

Oh, by the way this is my friend, Dr. Arya Sen.

Oh, hello. -Hello.

I have a sense of joy when I see bengalis, Dr. Sen.

-Specially, in this foreign land.

I was saying, why don't you come to my villa in the evening...

It's just me and my sister Roshni,

We can sit and chat a while,

And talk about Mr. Amarendra as well.

Yes, actually I am not sure,

Why uncle went into the forest in the dark of night.

Also, why did he go towards the church!

You come down we shall discuss things in detail.

It's best not to stay in these places for long. Understood?

All right gentlemen, I'll see you in the evening.

No, he's still in his house. -We'll wait.

Kill him, as soon as he comes out of the house.

(Sonata on violin)

It's 7 o'clock, the library is closing now.

Can you give me 10 more minutes, good Sir?

Not a second more, keep it on the desk.

Come, come along. Welcome, welcome.

Hey Roshni, Roshni...?

My sister, Roshni.

Hello. -Hello. -I am Shekhar Choudhary.

My friend, Dr. Arya Sen. -Hello -Hello.

Okay, what will you have? Tea or coffee?

Just tea, nothing else. -Okay. -I'll see to it. Please have a seat.

Please have a seat.

Roshni is studying on Ancient History of Europe.

Both of us have an affinity towards the past, you know...

I am an Anthropologist and she's a student of History...

So, you're here because of work?

Dartmoor has a railway platform, which has been shut down for a while.

Have you seen it? - No, he hasn't I'll take him. -Okay.

At the time of construction of the platform,

A few elements from Pleistocene age have been discovered.

And a lake bed was also found,

So I am trying to write a paper covering the area, that's it.

You've been there, isn't it? -Hmm.

Did you come across a hound? -Hahaha!!

What are you saying? If I came across one, would I be here?

Hahaha!! -We'll discuss about the hound later.

Please have the tea. - Oh, tea is here.

I cannot take this terror anymore!

You were talking about an idol... -Hmm.

It's a Jesus idol made of Egyptian black stone, that I know.

The locals say that it has some kind of supernatural power.

So you know, it's related to both fear and panic.

So, you met Uncle here...? -Umm, yes.

We met Mr. Amarendra at Baskerville itself.

In fact, we became friends in a very short span of time.

We couldn't guess that he would go to the woods at night.

He knew everything, yet...

What I think is, he was

Looking for that idol of Jesus. -Why do you think so?

Suddenly he needed a lumpsum amount of money.

I offered him help from my end.

And, I could figure that he was in trouble.

So, when I met him... -He told you about the idol.

Yes. -Chanchal...

I bet if I can get my hands on that idol,

Then the financial crisis will be over with.

Do you know how precious it is?

I forbade him, you know.

I warned him about the myth, and sometimes it's heard at night.

What would be the point of taking that risk?

But he did not pay heed to my words.

I'm so sorry.

A lively man,

And then we heard of his demise. It was disheartening.

Umm, do you know that he lost a pair of his golf gloves?

It was stolen? -Hmm. -No, I did not know of it.

I know nothing of this sort.

I don't understand any of it. -Very sad.

Uncle used to be a very level headed person at a time.

At least, I had that idea.

Anyway, thank you.

The tea was really good. -Thank you.

Please stay back for dinner. -No, no.

It won't take long. -Please don't worry.

Excuse me, I am getting an important call. Umm...

Can I...? -I'll take you.

Please...

Oh, it's quite cold.

This place is amazing. -Yes.

Brother said it we would have a good experience, let's go.

Mr. Shekhar, if you ask me I think someone's playing a game.

But there's nothing like myth.

There's only one option left that is, murder.

But who would have the motive to kill Mr. Amarendra?

And why?

Have you met Advocate, Mr. Palash Quayum?

Palash Quayum...?

Hmm, he's our advocate.

He came over the day before Uncle passed, and left that very day.

I'll be back in a moment. -Yeah, sure.

Did I come across Mr. Quayum...?

The morning Mr. Amarendra passed, on that day...

I cannot recall, you know... -He had left the day before.

Oh, I see.

Hello...

How many days are going to stay over?

I am here for a while.

There are some property related formalities, I'll wrap them up. -Oh!

Umm, is Dr. Sen outside? -Yes.

Okay, I'll just check.

Let me know if you ever come down to America.

Yes, I do wish to. Infact, at Stanford itself.

I don't know if I'll get a scholarship, but I'll try.

At Stanford? -Yes... - Amazing, that's great.

If you want, you can keep my contact, just in case...

Yes, please save it.

Thank you.

And your number, if you don't mind...

I'll just leave you a text? -Sure.

Dr. Sen? -Hmm...

It was an amazing evening, isn't it? -Yes, yes, amazing!

Look, whenever you get time, please come down here.

Yes, sure. Sure. -It's just the two of us.

We can chat over a cup of coffee. -Yeah, sure sure!

And you have to have dinner with us before you leave.

Yes, of course. We'd be delighted.

The tea was an example of' your culinary skills...

Aaah... What is this? Who!! - How beautiful!!

It's nice to see a good team of young explorers... Hahaha...

But my dear... -Hey, go away.

Listen to me, go... -I must go to the North..

The North...

The sound of Baskerville enthralls me...the sound of the night...

The sound of the dark...

The sound of the evil...

Hey, go away... go away... -I must go to the North.

The North... (maniacal laugh)

Oh, sorry. -It's alright.

Who was that? He jumped in out of the blue!

Oh, nothing to worry. Homeless!

Wanderers, they are common here.

Anyway, you guys get inside. We'll take our leave.

Don't worry. Good night.

Good night. -Come along.

Hmm, good night. -Good night.

Good night, good night. -Thank you, thank you.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Where is he? -Hushh...

Someone is hiding here,

And they are signalling from here.

But for what?

That only Rahman and Nafisa can tell us,

That who is hiding here, and for what purpose!

It would have been better if Mr. Holmes was here.

You will let him know of this? -Yes, of course, I'll let him know.

So, this is the place Mr.Chanchal was talking about? -Yes...

There used to be railway station here,

It has been abandoned for quite sometime now...

Oh!!

Umm, I have to make a call.

You can get in. -Sure.

Do you need this? -Yes.

Thank you. -You're welcome.

Ohh hello doctor!! - Who's there?

Can you hear the sound of the Baskerville?

Again? Hey!

The sound of the Evil...

Saralakkho... it's you...!

Yes, it's me. - No, I mean...

Why are you here like this...?

People were on my trail all the way from London,

It would have been difficult if I was not in disguise.

What... Where were you hiding? -In that old Church!

Umm, did you figure about the hound?

Wrong question, Dr. Arya Sen

Ask, who's the owner of the hound.

By the way, who are they? -Who?

The people you and Shekhar were visiting at Dartmoor.

Oh, Chanchal Ray and Roshni Ray. They are siblings.

Mr. Chanchal is an anthropologist, he invited me over to their place.

Wow! What did they serve?

They invited you over, so what did they serve?

Tea and your favourite blueberry cheesecake. -Oh beautiful, which tea?

Darjeeling tea? Okay? -Aaah!

Good. And then?

And then we came down to Baskerville.

Umm, Rahman and Nafisa were signalling someone with a torch.

Then I saw a beam of light coming out of the jungle.

Maxlight harricane, it's available nearby, the battery is new.

Clear now. -What's clear?

I still don't understand! Why don't you elaborate?

Shekhar... is the target.

Motive...? -Baskerville property.

Palash Quayum knows the amount Shekhar is entitled to,

And Palash Quayum is the chairperson for Baskerville estate.

Probably he has set up people.

Or maybe, Rahman and Nafisa,

or Darjeeling tea...

Huh? -Chanchal and Roshni.

Or... -Who?

Shekhar himself.

What are you saying...Shekhar?

If he could kill his uncle, the Baskerville estate would go to him.

Maybe the story of the hound is,

Made up by Shekhar and Palash Quayum.

Interesting.

Tell me Saralakkho, why would Shekhar put up such a story?

It's Shekhar's coat.

Stapleton.

Oh, Dr. Sen! Are you alright?

I heard someone scream, so I rushed...

Oh my goodness!

Who is this? -Asif.

Devonshire police was looking for him, probably he was hiding here.

The hound attacked him a while ago and he died.

By the way Mr. Chanchal, this is Saralakkho Holmes.

Mr. Chanchal, he is here on Mr. Shekhar's request.

Umm, yeah. Of course I know him. The famous sleuth.

Umm, I was saying...

Have you come to deduce the death of Mr. Amarendra?

Hmm. -Uh, okay.

I have heard, that myth of hound is related to Shekhar's bloodline

Then why was this guy killed?

Coat. -Brilliant Arya. Brilliant.

Mr. Shekhar's coat was stolen, and Asif

Was wearing it, so the hound attacked him.

Elementary. -I see.

You mean, smell.

If you can, then please inform the local police.

We're going to Baskerville. Arya, let's go.

I'll do that. -Alright. -Alright.

The Stapleton coat? Which I was unable to find!

The man was wearing it.

This time, you were the target. Mr. Choudhary.

It seems very complex.

Sir, you called for me?

Good evening.

I am Saralakkho Holmes,

Rahman...

Nafisa.

Your brother Asif,

The hound attacked him.

Sorry to say,

He's no more.

Nafisa...

Nafisa... Nafisa... Calm down.

Your brother used to hide in the woods,

And you used send him signals with the help of the light.

Yes...

The police was looking for my brother,

That's why he was hiding in the woods.

I used to supply him with food, old clothes whenever needed.

He did not have a phone out of fear of being traced by the police.

So, I used to call him by signalling through the light.

The other day he told me,

Sister, it's too chilly outside. I am numbed by the cold.

I'm sorry Sir.

I gave away your jacket to him.

Calm down Nafisa...

Please take her.

Come along, Nafisa... Get up, come...

(whimpering & crying) -Come with me.

I saw the light while I was hiding in the Dartmoor forest.

Your uncle lost his golf gloves just before his death, isn't it?

Yes.

They were stolen.

Exactly the way you lost your cap.

The cap is with the owner of the hound.

Owner? -I don't get you.

The sense of smell is greater than the sense of vision, Arya Sen.

Mr. Amarendra's golf gloves were sniffed to the hound, and then...

That is the reason your shoes went missing from the hotel.

Since it was a new pair, they did not

Have your smell. Thus they were returned.

And then your cap was stolen from the cafe, it had minoxidil's odour.

You use minoxidil for your hair, isn't it?

And once the hound catches that scent,

You're a lucky man.

When is Mr. Quayum coming with the papers?

He's supposed to come today.

I have to wrap up things and leave by day after tomorrow.

Let me show you something else,

A well-wisher of yours had it on their body.

Tattoo?

You're holding it wrong. - Huh?

Turn it over, it's a sign.

Hmm, is it something in chinese?

Correct. A Chinese dog.

If the hound is here, so is it's owner.

I came across that man in London...

What happened?

Rajendra Choudhary.

I don't know if I should refer to him as famous or infamous,

The curse has been in our bloodline since his time.

He is the first victim of the hound.

What happened, Saralakkho?

Amazing!

Mr. Choudhary,I don't think you need to worry anymore.

You can be assured. Arya and I shall leave tomorrow.

Why? All of us could leave together.

No actually, I have something important in London.

I can assure that all your bad times are over now.

Mr. Holmes, the police has left with the body.

I was thinking that even we should leave, it's difficult out here.

There's a hound in the jungle, the thought itself is disturbing.

We'd be affected mentally if we are here for long. Seriously.

By the way, when are you coming over tomorrow?

Infact, why don't you guys join as well?

Why? Where? -Mr. Chanchal has invited for breakfast...

Yes. -How wonderful.

So, are we having Cheesecake? -Oh, do you like it?

Please do come over. -So, when are you leaving tomorrow?

In the evening, but we can join you surely before that.

Yeah, sure. -Thank you.

Thank you so much, I'll take my leave now. See you.

Yes. -See you.

Okay...

What do you mean by no danger? Have you figured something?

Please don't venture into the moor's forest.

Until and unless you stolen cap is found.

Mr. Quayum is here,

To meet you... -Yes, yes. Of course.

Good evening gentlemen. -Good evening Mr. Quayum, sit.

Thank you. -When did you arrive? -I came in the morning.

I couldn't come in the day because I was at the local registry office.

Have you heard that the hound attacked in the moors again...

Someone called Asif... -We're coming from the moors itself.

But it's safe to say that Asif's

Death has put Mr. Choudhary out of danger.

Is that so? But Mr. Holmes...

How can you be so confident?

Because the myth of the hound is a myth.

There is no supernatural hound in existence.

It is a live hound which attacks after being acquainted to smell.

Sometimes gloves, sometimes a hat, and sometime a shoe.

Umm, Shekhar are you missing something again?

Umm, yes. First his cap,

And then the jacket which Asif was wearing.

I told you a number of times.

Mr. Holmes, please provide us with a solution.

But we're leaving tomorrow evening, Mr. Quayum.

But I can provide you with some inputs before leaving. -Thank you.

Oh, by the way Mr. Quayum let's sign the papers tomorrow morning...

Actually, it's a little difficult tomorrow morning.

I have to pick up the last papers from the registry office.

But don't worry, we shall finish all the formalities by the night.

Okay. -I'll take my leave now. -Hmm.

Good night. -Mr. Holmes.

An absolute pleasure.

Hmm, good night.

Thank you.

What happened?

Hey Saralakkho.

Is it possible to meet up tomorrow morning ?

Saralakkho,

Go through this album once. -Hmm.

Are you sleeping? -I'm thinking.

Closed eyes just do not signify sleeping or dead...

Arya, there is inference beyond that as well. -Hmm, okay.

What is the inference behind Palash Quayum leaving in his car?

Didn't you observe? -No. What was it?

Palash Quayum's shoes had moor's black mud in them,

Along with a few crushed leaves.

His coat had dead skin of the trees in the forest.

That means Palash Quayum went into the forest.

He was waiting for someone, but why?

Yes, of course he can go there.

I mean it's no crime, even I went there once or twice.

But Palash Quayum said he was at the local registrars' office, why?

He did not mention of entering the moors even once...

Amarendra's death...

Is a murder.

Huh? -And what about Asif?

Murdered by mistake...?

Murder?

Umm, see Rahman,

Nafisa... Chanchal...

And if Palash Quayum is somehow involved in all of this,

Who else is there apart from these people...?

There is someone. -Who?

Greed,

Lust,

Stent... Heart attack.

A riddle...!

What does the Chinese dog symbol signify?

Ugh! This man.

Mr. Amarendra's body was found here.

Step aside, Arya. -Yes.

What happened?

I heard from brother that the hound has attacked someone.

Yes... Asif.

He is a relative of our caretaker. -Was he wearing your coat?

Hmm.

What are you doing? -Shh.

What are you doing?

Shekhar, please leave from here.

This place is not good, even we shall leave. You are at risk.

I have heard that there's a curse on your bloodline.

Relax, what's wrong with you?

Do you really believe in these superstitions?

Roshni...?

Hey, what are you doing?

What is this about?

Why are you so concerned?

Are you feeling the same emotions...

...As I am? Your eyes are speaking up for you.

Am I right?

Aaargh! What? What is this? -Hound...

Hound? -In this jungle.

Oh, oh!! You're hurting me.

If we don't find him, that'd cause trouble.

Where's the church you tell me? -It's on the other side.

Let's go.

Welcome to my new home, Arya. -Huh?

Are you insane or what? huh?

You were hiding here in this cold? Oh my, my!

If I was not hiding here then I wouldn't get to know the secrets

hidden here, my dear Arya Sen. Come let me show you something.

Look here Arya,

The cement under the idol is new.

But the colour is old, what does that mean? -What?

This is a trap. -Trap?

What's the story? -What?

That Shekhar's family is bound by the curse that is

Related to this idol made of Egyptian black stone.

Right? -Right.

If someone from Shekhar's bloodline tries to steal

This idol then the hound shall attack them, right? -Right.

Amarendra was suffering from financial crisis, he was indebted.

He was called into this church, at that time, why?

Someone reminded him that if he could take this,

Idol then all his troubles would cease to exist.

Who? Rahman?

Maybe. -Uhh, but...

After Amarendra, the heir...

Shekhar...?

Bravo, my dear Arya Sen. -Thankyou. -But, but, but...

Keep in mind, Palash Quayum is the chairman of this estate.

So if both Shekhar and Amarendra die, the he would benefit the most.

If one went to the place of Amarendra's death...

Bingo!

What? What happened? Huh?

Saralakkho...

What? Say something...

Black soil... under the shoes.

That means, Amarendra stole the idol from the church,

Ran towards the jungle. Run Arya...

Saralakko... hey...

What happened to you?

Saralakkho...?

What is this?

Come on, Arya. The work here is done.

Ughh... my waist! Ouch.

Mr. Holmes,

You're leaving, that's okay but... -Hmm,

Only if you could solve the mystery before your farewell...

I would have loved to hear the explanation from you.

Saralakkho...

Sarakakkho...? -Hmm?

Oh, umm... cheesecake?

May I have some? -Yes, sure. -Aah, thank you.

Thank you, Arya.

Hmm... beautiful!

Ole & Steen Bakery, London. - How did you know?

This is Saralakkho Holmes, he can describe a person in a glance.

And that too accurate. - No, I didn't say that by the cake.

I saw the cake box.

It's kept out there, in the corner. -Oh, hahaha!

Hahaha! I see! Very good observation.

Okay, Mr. Holmes. What is your opinion about my sister, Roshni?

Congratulations.

To you as well, Mr. Choudhary.

Umm, what...? -No, tell me something...

What do I like? What's my colour preference? -Black.

You love having meat, you need it atleast twice a day,

She's a carnivore. -Saralakkho!

Her basal metabolism is high, so she munches on the whole day.

That's why she doesn't gain much weight. Her ex husband is

Gujarati, pure vegetarian, that's why the divorce.

Umm, please don't take his words seriously.

He says all of this, just like... -No Shekhar, I should've told you.

I am a divorcee. My ex husband was Sharad Mehta.

Our marriage didn't work out but...

The pendant you're wearing is typically gujrati, Kutch design.

Your wedding ring is missing, but the mark is visible.

And you have reamins of lamb in your teeth, if I am not mistaken.

This ability worth the praise. -Yes, of course.

Umm, Mr. Holmes. I was saying,

If you say something about me... -You are the opposite of your sister,

Pure vegan, you don't smoke.

You collect wines, but do not drink.

You're lean & well maintained at this age.

Mom used to pack puffed bread and potatoes for me. -Hahaha...

Smells delicious.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

You did the right thing by saying my unsaid words.

It's alright, Roshni.

Let's go, Arya.

We shouldn't be here for long.

Excuse me.

I'll drop them. -Hmm.

You have assured me, otherwise I wouldn't have let you go.

Nothing to worry about.

Don't go into the forest alone, also the work will be done by tomorrow.

Okay, tell me something.

You do suspect someone, don't you? - You wish to know the name?

Yes, only if you don't mind sharing the details.

Your name is the first on my list, Mr. Choudhary.

The day Mr. Amarendra was killed, you were not in USA.

You were in Patern Square, at London Stock Exchange.

Even you have debts in the market, isn't it Mr. Choudhary?

So, you wished to know the value of Baskerville estate, no?

Mobile phones, dangerous things.

I just need to put in the number to learn about your whereabouts.

Interesting, isn't it?

Aah, Mr. Holmes,

You're leaving? -Oh yes, next train back to London.

Shekhar are you going to drop him off at the station? -Hmm.

Umm, the documents are ready. Do sign them urgently.

Okay? -Sure.

Travel safely, Mr. Holmes. -Let's go, Arya.

See you.

Um, you know I would need that paper, that's quite important for me.

Oh, so you're leaving Mr. Holmes? -Yeah.

Finally, Mr. Ray.

Oh, Dr. Sen? -Hmm... -Kindly send me your email ID.

I'll send you the paper once it's published. -Sure, sure. -Umm,

Don't mail, do send a hard copy.

In your envelopes, your envelopes are beautiful.

Hahaha... I'll do that. Happy journey.

Thank you. -Hahaha.

Umm, Dr. Sen. -We'll meet again, Mr. Holmes...

Oh, certainly Mr. Choudhary.

Let's go, Arya. -Hmm.

See you, yes...

Can you hold this? Ugh!

I am bound to tell you this, Saralakkho. It is...

It is difficult to go out with you in the civil society,

You say whatever you wish to.

You told Palash,

And even Shekhar...

Till the time you do not speak your heart out,

Until then you are safe, Arya.

Faces... nose, eyes, mouth...

It is like a book.

Don't just stare at it,

Know how to read it.

No way,

Look you know that Shekhar and Roshni are...

Why did you have to talk about Roshni's divorce infront of him?

I cannot lie, Arya.

Other than that, I despise the way

Men stare at the women they adore.

It's like Love's Labour Lost.

Yes, so according to Saralakkho Holmes,

Nobody shall fall in love!

Love is for those who have ample time to spare.

Keep in mind, love is a trap. -Trap? -Hmm...

Deduction, deduction... Deduction is everything.

A woman's nails describes the nature of her job,

And her face tells her thoughts.

Do men like you think that? Hmm?

Not everyone in this world is the great Saralakkho Holmes!

You cannot make deductions in a relationship.

Then you'd have to live by the woman's rules all your life...

Where are you going? Why are you going? Who is with you?

Why do you have two movie tickets in your coat? Etc... etc...etc...

It's all basic chemistry, my dear Arya Sen.

Endocrine, progesterone, testesterone, and adrenalin.

Divorce.

You are impossible.

But I am not understanding something,

Why did we leave suddenly without finishing the job?

Who killed Amarendra?

Who is the owner of the hound? We don't know any of it.

No, I really don't understand you sometimes.

But you know, something is really bothering me,

That Shekhar was in London when Amarendra passed...!

Shekhar... -There'll be an attack. - Huh?

On Shekhar, today itself.

Umm... what? why are we here the? Huh!

Because till the time I'd be there,

Nothing would have happened! Catch it.

You okay?

Saralakkho, careful!

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

Come on, Arya. -Wait for me.

Hey, hey... what was all this? Who was that huge guy?

Hey Saralakkho, wait for me!

Come on Arya, hurry up!! Saralakkho!!

We have developed a good bond in these few days.

And other than that, my sister Roshni...

You know... -Yes, I know, I know. I heard that...

Congratulations to you both. -Thank you.

Let's raise a toast to them.

Cheers. -Cheers!! -To the wonderful couple!

Thank you. -Cheers Roshni.

Umm Shekhar, did Mr. Holmes provide any inputs?

Yes...

He thinks that there's no curse as such...

Someone is trying to kill the Raychoudhary's of Baskerville.

And they used the myth to kill Uncle. -But...

What would be the profit? -Money!

Then it's me, if I die then all of would go to them.

Oh my God! Shekhar,

Is there a hound?

There is. But, it is trained.

Anyway, he said that there's nothing to worry as of now.

Aah! Good lord!

Since he has assured,

You can readily walk through the moors now.

Do you wish to go?

No.

I can walk through in the day,

The forest won't have this hue in the daytime,

It'll be amazing, let's go. Let's do this Shekhar.

No Shekhar, please. No adventures.

I am... I am sorry. I am just kidding...

Oh... hahaha!

Anyhow, it's time for me to say good night. Hmm?

Thank you for the lovely dinner. -My pleasure.

Mr. Quayum, you have a car, right? Good.

I'll drop Shekhar, okay? -Thank you.

Let's go, let them talk a bit. We'll wait outside. -See you.

Saralakkho, isn't this a little bit risky?

My blood pressure falls if I do not take risks.

This was the man...

When he bumped into me I realised that the case is empty.

Dartmoor, quick.

Help, help, help...

So long, Roshni...

I'll come back once I make all the arrangements in the US.

Don't go out of Baskerville Hall in any case, okay?

No way.

I get it, you'll not tell me.

Do you know what's a Schrodinger's cat?

Yes, I know. But how is it related to this case? -A cat in a box.

What is your inference when you look at it, at a stipulated time?

What? -The cat might be alive, or it might be dead as well.

Who?

Shekhar...?

Our Schrodinger's cat.

She's playing you. -Sorry, I don't get you.

The girl, she's playing you.

Don't tell me Saralakkho,

You sift through my whatsapp?

I listen.

You are insane!

I would have dropped you, but I am off to Devonshire.

Oh, no, no. That's not a problem, Mr. Chanchal will drop me off.

Aah, thank you.

Thank you so much for coming. -It's a pleasure.

Mr. Ray, I had a lovely evening.

Thank you so much. -See you, guys.

Bye-bye, good night. -Good night.

Shekhar,

Thank you so much.

Actually, Roshni was devastated after her divorce.

But from the time she has come across you,

Her life has changed, practically.

And I have some responsibilities as a brother, hmm?

Please come.

Thank you. -Most welcome.

The engine causes troubles with the fall in temperature!

This is weird! Don't worry. It'll start in a moment.

Mr. Chanchal...? -Huh?

It's a short distance, I can go.

Are you crazy? No, no. I'll not let you walk through the forest...

Wait, let me join you. -Oh, no!

You'll have to return if you join me now... it's the same thing.

It's no problem, and I have my phone with me...

Listen Shekhar, the phone doesn't have network out here.

You wait, I'll get the overcoat. -Oh!

Mr. Chanchal...No, no! I can't do this.

Please, Mr. Chanchal... Please no! Don't bother.

It's a short distance, I can go. Roshni is a little upset.

Please stay with her.

But... I mean...

Are you sure? -Absolutely!

Okay then, go safely. -Sure.

Good night, thank you. -Good night.

Hey Saralakkho!!

Arya, quick, quick! -Yes, yes!

Did you hear it? -Yes!

Near the train line... quick! -Hurry...!

Mr. Shekhar...

Mr. Shekhar... Everything is alright?

Mr. Shekhar...

The hound is not here, Arya. -His heartbeat is getting rapid.

Don't worry Mr. Shekhar, I have medicines with me.

Are you okay Mr. Shekhar?

Don't worry, nothing has happened.

Take this, put this under your tongue... okay?

Get up, get up!

Oh, come on. Help me.

Come on.

Don't worry, careful!

Shekhar, be careful.

Oh, I'll cut you into pieces.

Hasta la vista, baby!

Let's cast away the act now, Mr. Holmes.

Your observation power might be good,

but did you know that you were under my observation as well.

I hope you knew that and figured it out as of now...

Of course.

And also I figured that your father,

Sabitendra Choudhary died of a heart attack, right?

Mr. Shekhar, meet your brother,

Sabitendra Choudhary's son, Chanchal Ray.

The name is correct, but the surname is wrong.

Or both are wrong?

The masterplan of killing Amarendra is yours, isn't it?

There is a precious Jesus idol in St. Ford Church.

I assume that you know about that idol.

If you can acquire that idol then a lot

Of your financial problems would be over.

It is anticipated that the idol is related

To the curse of a supernatural hound...

But, if you want to take the risk.

You can.

Go...!!

All of it is right, Mr. Holmes.

But I hope you know what curiosity did to the cat...

You should have known that.

And maybe you didn't know Mr. Chanchal Choudhary,

That a cat is wittier than the tiger itself!

Hey, move. Move.

Police, you're under arrest.

You're under arrest! Get up.

Lestrade, will meet you in Baskerville.

Yes, sir. -I'll just go and meet up Roshni.

I have a few questions for her.

I hope she's not in trouble.

Roshni...

Roshni, Roshni...

Roshni!

God knows what happened! Saralakkho!

Roshni!

The car is here, that means she is somewhere around.

Roshni!!

Roshni... Roshni... Rsohni...! Open the door!

Mr. Choudhary, this way!

(whimpering)

Oh my God!

Roshni...!!

Arya... -Hmm.

Shekhar, I am sorry.

I am really sorry. -I think you shouldn't be upset.

I know that you are not related to Chanchal.

Now please introduce yourself.

Everything that you've said about me is correct,

I am Roshni Ray.

Chanchal Ray, I mean Chanchal Choudhary 's third cousin...

Not his own sister.

Your relative Sabitendra Choudhary,

He was supposedly untraceable.

He was not dead, he was alive.

Right Roshni?

Sabitendra Choudhary, whom I used to refer as Babuji,

He was my father's friend.

He brought up Chanchal and me, after my father passed.

That's why I refer to him as brother.

I knew he was coming here with a different identity, but I thought,

There's a share in Baskerville Hall.

I did not know that he would start murdering people.

I went to warn you after I figured his motives,

I told you the leave from here.

That night when he said that he'd drop you off, I figured...

Brother, please don't hurt Shekhar. I'll tell him everything! -Shut up!

Keep your mouth shut! Else, I'll feed you to the hound. -No!!

You'll not go anywhere! I'll scream and warn...

You'll scream?! Shekhar!! Huh!

I could figure that Chanchal is a relative by Rajendra's royal portrait

The eyes... the eyes...

Amarendra's brother,

Sabitendra was untraceable for a long time.

But where is he? Was he alive or dead? Maybe

He's not alive, but might have had a child.

Right, Mr. Chanchal?

He got to know about the curse of the hound from his father.

Then he murdered his uncle so that he could claim Baskerville.

Brilliant! But,

Then he had a new problem along his way.

Mr. Shekhar returned from the US,

He had to stop him.

That's why he sent a menacing letter at the hotel.

That did not work, so he stole a shoe that belonged

To Shekhar and sniffed it up to the hound.

But the shoe was new,

So the hound did not find any smell, so the shoe

Was sent back to Shekhar in his hotel room.

First mistake,

That envelope was thrown into the dustbin by Mr. Shekhar.

But maybe you couldn't figure Mr. Chanchal that,

I would take the envelope out of the wastebin.

I saw the same envelope again in Mr. Chanchal's villa.

State navington envelope.

Beautiful! -Aah, thank you.

The envelope from which he showed us his paper during breakfast.

Lovely breakfast, Arya!

That was when I figured that he's a vegan. But why?

Because he knew that the heart ailment is genetic in the bloodline.

On the contrary his sister Roshni, had all forms of meat.

Then are Roshni and Chanchal not related?

Second mistake, ugh! Error.

Unforced! And then there was the cheesecake from Ole & Steen!

As delicious as it was, it proved that Mr. Chanchal was in London.

Superb! Then?

Then you left your cap and went inside the café,

And at that moment Mr. Chanchal,

Removed your cap from there.

For the hound to sniff.

To execute this masterplan of his, he hired a British dog trainer.

Borris, and his pet hound.

While Borris and I engaged in a fight in London, I saw his tattoo.

In Chinese, which means... -Dog.

Exactly.

The rest of it is elementary, my dear Arya.

Borris would take the cap to the hound, and then release him,

And the hound would sniff minoxidil on Shekhar, and would attack him.

Do you remember Arya that we heard a

Weird noise in the forest when Asif died.

Did you hear it? -Whistle?

Sound of a whistle.

The whistle by which Mr. Chanchal called the hound to it's target.

Third mistake,

Asif was wearing Shekhar's coat,

So he died instead of Shekhar.

Finally Shekhar was alone in the forest.

He was unable to start the car,

So I decided to walk back home.

Preplanned.

Exactly.

The moment Shekhar proceeded towards the forest,

Chanchal followed him with the whistle.

I had heard a lot about you, Mr. Holmes.

But the way you figured it!

Oh, I am not done yet. Mr. Quayum!

You were in that forest on the day Asif died, isn't it?

Asif was unable to hide in that forest anymore,

He had thought that he'd surrender.

Nafisa and I went to Mr. Quayum.

He couuldn't bear the cold anymore that's why...

I met Asif in the forest because of my profession.

But the misfortune happened even before I could talk to him.

Lestrade, he is all yours.

Yes, Sir. Up!

Come on!

Mr. Choud...

I need coffee!!

Come on, I'll drop you guys.

Thank you so much, Mr. Holmes.

She'll be here for now,

I'll make arragements at Stanford, and then will take her along.

Umm, and...

A small token from my end.

Thank you.

Let's go. -Bye...

It won't last.

Sorry? -Not for you.

You're just a timepass, Arya.

What? - She replies after you send her ten texts,

Your friend, the doctor. She is self made and highly ambitious,

You're a good student so she just wants study materials from you...