2. Kidnap and torture:
Location : Inside Secret location, Broken
window
Time : Evening 6:00
PM IST
Dress : Black dress, dark glasses,
Environment : masked men, foreign hitman, Torture
tools, blood
BGM and mood : Fear/ Violence, Suspense, Hope
Participants : foreign ambassador,
principal scientist, hitman boss, torture specialist and gun holding men
Limit : 8
mins
Foreign ambassador: you know this is important? Do whatever
it takes.
Hitman Boss : yes Sir. Understood.
INT. DARK ROOM - EVENING
The room is dimly lit, with a single light bulb swinging
from the ceiling. The principal scientist is tied to a chair, looking defiant
yet weary. The Foreign Ambassador and the Hitman Boss stand nearby, while the
henchmen guard the door.
Foreign Ambassador : (coldly) You know why we brought
you here, don't you? This isn't personal. It's just business.
Principal Scientist: (breathing heavily) You'll get
nothing from me. I've dedicated my life to this, and I won't let you destroy
it.
Hitman Boss : (smirking) Brave words for a man in
your position. But bravery can be... adjusted. (gestures to a henchman)
The henchman approaches with a set of torture tools,
laying them out methodically.
Foreign Ambassador: (leaning in) We don't need to
make this difficult. Just give us the information we want, and you can walk
away from this.
Principal Scientist: (spits on the ground) Never.
Hitman Boss: (chuckling) Very well. Let's see how
long your resolve lasts.
The torture specialist starts to work, using various
tools to inflict pain. The principal scientist groans and grits his teeth but
remains silent.
Foreign Ambassador: (growing impatient) Your
stubbornness is commendable, but futile. Think about it. The longer you resist,
the more you suffer.
Principal Scientist: (whispering) You'll never break
me.
Hitman Boss: (laughing) We'll see about that.
Everyone has a breaking point.
The scene intensifies as the henchmen apply more
pressure. The scientist's resolve begins to waver.
Foreign Ambassador: (softly) Just tell us what we
need to know. It doesn't have to end like this.
Principal Scientist: (weakly) I... can't... betray...
(fading out)
Hitman boss: You bloody
Indian **** Where …..where are the CODES?
principal scientist: Your nation
was built on the graves of our forefathers. civilization my foot. treacherous
******* nothing can stop us now.
Hitman boss : Sir ambassador
what the heck are these codes.
Foreign ambassador: The world is at brink of
collapse. 600 years ago we came here in search of business opportunities,
seeking permission to do business. We occupied it with sanction from our
fathers to take away any new land discovered. Took away their freedom. Ruled
them. Destroyed their ***** culture, tried to civilize them. They failed. Dogs
tail can never be straightened, fucking virus, never died.
Our Industrial revolution, economies, marvellous
civilization is built by the Blood of our forefathers.
Left them for dead some 100 years ago. now the starved
nation standing on their legs and looking up. We have to kill the cancer else
they will swallow us.
{ principal
scientist has gunny bag over his head. tries to catch glimpse of others through
it. all blood soaked. Shouting each time facing the punch, sharp objects being
pierced by torture specialists}
Hitman boss : You bloody Indian ***** Where …..where are the
CODES?
Principal scientist: Your nation was built on the graves of
our fore fathers. civilization my foot. treacherous ***** nothing can stop us
now.
Hitman boss: Sir ambassador what the heck are these codes.
{ Ambassador explains: AI in communication, absolute control
and coordination across resources and people making Indians rise again to the
numero one spot in global economy, military strength and living standards. Now
creating internal troubles here in India is difficult. If the Elephants rises
then there is no one to stop it.
Computer Graphic displays - War planes cheating
radars with wrong location and numbers, coordination across different military
hardware, un corruptible communication mechanism which displays superior
intelligence}
{ Principal scientist: (Hope mode, Flash back)
Remembers his childhood - the quarry IED blast, spent time with his grandfather
visiting the temples practicing the Chandas shastra with Guru, Laghu forming
patterns, understanding the influence of frequencies on everything, Chladni
Plate - Sound, Vibration with Sand and water, reciting the Gamaka- rudra namaka
chamaka……}
{ Principal scientist: losing consciousness and
hallucinating…..MUMBLING……. accepting his fate…closing his eyes}
Torture specialist: I think he is gone. Feel no *****
pulse.
Foreign ambassador: throw his filthy body out. ask
the ***** guys on our pay role to get us the codes and blueprint.
End of scene 2
