mystery+episode 10 prequel
PPD and the Guest heaved a collective sigh of relief. He felt his head pounding, his heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. They had run about 3kilometers at break neck speed at the dock. He looked at Mata Hari tenderly. Never had he thought he would be so fond of the bossy woman. The Guest put her head on his shoulder. "I realised they were going to arrest her when they began searching us with unwarranted and excessive detail," panted the Guest. "Thank God for your quick thinking!"
"You two.....you morons.....!" spluttered PPD. "Batting your eyelids, "Yes yes we are also so happy to have you waiting at the Dock to welcome us to England!" he mimicked the two ladies. "I was trying to tell you very clearly, they were not English officers, they were French!"
"But how did you know?" asked the Guest.
"It was all too evident! There uniforms were not the exact shade of British Army Khaki. The epulettes were inaccurate and the Sam Browne belt.....well it wasn't an original make."
The Guest eyed him suspiciously. "You know, everything about you makes me wonder if you are actually a spy!"
"A spy?" asked PPD innocently. "There is nothing remotely spy-like about me!"
"Well, you have an ELEPHANTINE memory for starters. You remember every bloody detail. Like every person you meet. You will know his name is Nilesh Doctor. Wife is a pediatrician. They live in Hill Park, they have two sons, father lives here and there. Jamal Azmi has a non doctor wife, two kids, gets a fantastic dabba. MaMo has a lawyer wife, knows Jamal Sir from Ahmedabad who floats high over vales and hills, etc. etc."
"I don't know what you are talking about," shrugged PPD. "I think you have FINALLY lost it."
"See!!!!" Pointed the Guest. "Now you are dodging the question! You know a car is a Suzuki Fronx from a picture of the dashboard! You know the native tongue, religion, and urinary stream of a person from his Hello!" The Guest was flushed in the face. "And the worst is ....worst is ..you don't even say Hello. So till hello hellos you, you will not hello a hello."
"Are you done?" he asked her. "Are you done with your long monologues about nothing?"
"No I'm not. Then you have code names for everyone. Shakir is SQJ, Aijaz Tara is Aakhon ka Tara, I am D, Mata Hari is "BW" for bossy woman."
"Oh really!" retorted PPD. "That's rich, coming from you! Malav is MaMo, abhishek is Abhi, traffic constables are YamDhoots, ashwini is Ashu, even your own kids names, for crying out loud, are abbreviated!!! Puru is writing puru in official exams. Anant, who is literally An Ant, is Antu on official stage programs!!! I read his write up in the music magazine and noted "the young child prodigy Antu blah blah blah". As for me: I'm any alphabet you can lay your hands on: OB, PPD, Omar Urology. What the ¥$¥√!!!!! It's you, my good lady, who has a problem."
Mata Hari opened her one eye, she was lying like a heap on the wooden bench.
"If you two vud just shut the fuk up. I almost died now. Doktor OB, I'm just so gretfool. You always have a place in my heart. Onestly just so so gretfool."
They saw the tears glistening in her eyes. She really had a hard life, a most unconventional one. And the threat of being in front of a French firing squad....well they dodged that bullet ((no pun intended)) in the knick of time.
"We would never let anything happen to you, Madame M," reassured PPD kindly, turning on his Eyes of Eternal Kindness which make the viewer spill out all their secrets.
"We are a team now, you see!" said the Guest, holding Mata close in a tight embrace.
"Whatever happens to us, we stay together on this mad adventure!"
"Uh, speaking of which, I found a weird envelope containing three objects in the glove compartment of the beetle train," said PPD.
"It is Vot?" asked a curious Mata.
PPD shook the envelope and poured out the contents. The trio leaned over them, their brows furrowed.
"A clay urn, some metallic tools and dried sheef of paper," remarked the Guest. The contents were dirtied with sand.
"I wonder where we are going next?" mused PPD, scratching his beard.......