27.
RUDRA
There is only way to avoid being
taken. Remember this - this is most
important - whatever happens--
-- his phone rings, shattering the quiet! He answers, as
Bittu and Jana look about, scared --
RUDRA
Haan ji. -- Haan. -- Ok. -- Haan
abhi ho jaayega. -- Pahunch hi raha
hoon.
-- and as abruptly as he came, he zooms off on the scooter.
BITTU
He didn’t finish the sentence.
JANA
What?
BITTU
He said: remember this - this is
most important - whatever happens.
And he left.
JANA
Oh! Shit. We need to find out.
They look around. They are alone in the middle of the woods.
An eerie silence.
BITTU
We should go.
And they start walking.
The bottles start clinking again. Jana holds the bag tight to
stop the noise. They walk quietly.
Neither looking at the other, both acting normal, but
shitting bricks inside.
Eerieness builds up.
In the far distance, they can see the light of the farmhouse.
Long beat, as they silently walk, trying not to act scared.
CRACK! A twig snaps somewhere!
Bittu and Jana both scream and run the Lady out of there.
FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
An old ill-maintained bungalow primarily used by the local
MLA for weekend retreats and bringing prostitutes over.
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