Scene 2

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