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KAROBAAR – THE BUSINESS

By

AMIT MAHARAJ


AMIT MAHARAJ


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FADE IN:
EXT. COAST OF MUMBAI – OPEN SKY – DAY


Series of Shots – MUMBAI Coastline
Slow music.
Blue sky with rain clouds lingering. Seagulls are seen flying across the sky. We hear these birds CHIRPING. Camera follows one of the seagulls very closely behind and climbs down from sky to sea level onto shoreline. It follows waves crushing in from shore to beach. A dead body lays face down, sandy and dirty on the beach with streams of blood mixing in the milky water. Camera stays focus on the dead body.

INSERT – LEGEND

MUMBAI – 2009

Male (V.O.)

It used to be that gangs in MUMBAI were the targets by the police but the business has turned the corner in such a way that these days the police have become the target. But, I wasn’t a police officer nor a gangster… just an unfortunate case file… whose identity might be locked away in the file cabinets of MUMBAI Police Department.

Breakout music.

(V.O) Continued

People call MUMBAI the “Maximum City”. Here everything is to the max. The people. The poverty. The traffic. The wealth. The crime and The Terror… The terror behind the Gangs…

Theme Music.

ROLL INTRO CREDITS

Series of Shots – MUMBAI City

Shot of Placard: Missing Persons Bureau Department, MUMBAI Police Headquarters, MUMBAI, India. Shot of the ceiling fan, which is on. Camera moves down on desk. A police constable brings in a file and slams it on the desk. Camera scrolls down on the file. It Reads “Shot Dead, 40 yr old man, July, 2nd 1989. Case Reopened” unfinished camera shot. Police jeep light pulsating with an inspector driving it on a road. Envelope being placed on a restaurant bill menu tray by a guy in a red suit whose name is KAUSHIK, average built, light complexion in his 20s. Camera ZOOMS onto the tray. It follows the waiter who makes his way to the cashier. She hands it over to the owner, Patel, middle-aged man, with a trimmed beard. He opens the envelope and reveals some 1000-dollar notes. CLOSE UP ON Patel as he looks back at the customer from afar. A brown package is thrown into the car of KAUSHIK, as he makes his way around and sits in the car. Camera ZOOMS on the key in the ignition, car starting. It sees an Aerial View of a car passing through a bridge from the rope tower of BANDRA WORLI Sea Link. Camera from Driver’s POV being driven on the bridge. It sees an Aerial view of NAVI MUMBAI skyline. Camera sees panorama of Gateway of India. Camera sees panorama of Bombay Yacht Club. Camera sees panorama of CST train-station. Camera follows a train rolling into the station from train wheels perspective. CLOSE UP ON KAUSHIK, who is sitting on a bench. There are minimal people on the platform as it is around midday. KAUSHIK is tensed looking at the railway tracks while he flakes and eats away his peanuts. He moves away from the bench leaving the package. Camera ZOOMS on the package. Unidentified markings are seen on it.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MUMBAI POLICE STATION – DAY

Camera PANS horizontally behind Inspector KATHORE.

Phone is RINGING on desk of Inspector KATHORE, a well built, mid-40s man. He answers it while sitting on his chair. He places his cup of tea on the desk with his left hand. Camera ZOOMS out revealing his face.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes, Sir.

Inspector KATHORE is in conversation with ACP YADAV.

ACP YADAV

You have the package in front of you.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes… I do.

ACP YADAV

KATHORE, if you heeded my advice you should have called the bomb squad by now?

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Sir, if it was anything sinister it probably would not have made it to my desk. (Chuckles)

ACP YADAV responds back with a laugh.

ACP YADAV

Just remember not to reveal any vital information relevant to the investigation to the press conference this afternoon.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes, Sir. I’ll get right into it.

Suspense Music.

Camera ZOOMS on the phone as it is placed on the receiver.

KATHORE opens up the strings on the package, slowly and hesitantly. He pauses and looks at his wallet with his wife’s photo… great worry hits his face. He places away the wallet. With both his eyes shut KATHORE slowly opens the package. Camera ZOOMS on his face creating tension.

Music stops.

The inspector opens both his eyes. His face is seen turning from serious to at ease. Camera ZOOMS on the find and reveals a few vials of unknown labeled vaccines.

CUT TO:


INT. PRESS CONFERENCE ROOM – AFTERNOON

Inspector KATHORE sitting behind the desk answering questions from a reporter. He holds a vial of liquid stationary in his hand while the press snaps a picture.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

As you can see… This is one of the original vials of those vaccines that get sold in the black market. Such vaccines act as fake generics to the normal vaccines for hepatitis, influenza, etc… at a much lower price. It often ends up in third world countries and even in lucrative markets like the United States.

REPORTER

Sir, can you elaborate why this was seized? I mean generics aren’t illegal, are they? Inspector KATHORE places the vial down.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes, that’s true. But these days some of these vaccines are being produced and distributed by underground gangs in illegal labs. There is a huge racketeering business behind this which links up with some of MUMBAI’S infamous gangs. Not only are these gangs manufacturing fake pharmaceutical drugs, they are also funding it with means of forged currencies and as well as running the illegal drug industry such as the smuggling of cocaine, heroine, etc…

REPORTER

Why are the police not doing something about it?

INSPECTOR KATHORE

We are. But the backbones of some of these gangs are too strong. This particular shipment was en-route to Pakistan and we had also found some fake Indian currency along with it.


KATHORE raise’s up one of the fake notes. The press snaps quick pictures of it. The Camera shot freeze-frames on the picture of a fake note.

CUT TO:


EXT. MUMBAI HARBOUR IN THE WATERS – NIGHT

Fireworks displays are seen in the night sky for DIWALI celebrations. CAMERA ZOOMS on an anchor from a boat, which falls into the ocean, SPLASHING. SOUNDS of ships HAULING are HEARD. Two Boats meet midway in the ocean. Two Muslim men, JAVED and ISMAIL, 40s with beards approach the men on the next boat. ISMAIL, an afghan, starts the conversation.

ISMAIL

So you must be the new apprentices?

The men on the other boat are MATTHEWS and KALAM, 30s, clean-shaven.

MATTHEWS

We were told that you would be coming in a wedding party.

JAVED and ISMAIL look at each other with smiles.

JAVED

We are! This here is the groom and I am his best man.



Brief laughter.

ISMAIL


The police are unto us. We had to change our disguises and not come in with a large crew. You know the last shipment….

KALAM interrupts.

KALAM

(Serious)



We know all about it. VERMA doesn’t like to hear people complaining. I assure you it won’t happen again. You brought the goods?
JAVED goes inside the cabin and opens up the ice chest. He empties the ice and takes out the Styrofoam at the bottom. A bag of opium sits at the bottom. He grabs the bag and makes his way to the center of the boats. SALIM is already standing there with a suitcase offered to him by the men across their boat. He nods at JAVED who passes the bag to Matthews.

MATTHEWS

VERMA told us to remind you that the next meeting should be on shore. Tonight is one of those nights that most cops would be spending with their families. We can’t get easier occasions such as this anymore. CBI from Delhi is onto us…thought you should know.

JAVED


We have a consignment in Morocco next month. You might want to tell VERMA that. I recommend not using landlines anymore… our calls are probably being traced.

ISMAIL


Yes… we know. Speaking of VERMA, where is he these days?

CUT TO:


EXT. MERCEDES ON A STREET – DAWN

VERMA, late 30s, moustache, medium built is being driven in a car by a driver. Another man, Rathod, early 40s, 6ft in the front seat, is accompanying him.

Camera is from VERMA’S POV.

RATHOD


It used to be that a few years back we had the entire police department in our back pockets. Now we have to abide by their rules.

VERMA


Business be either within the law or above it RATHOD… it always has rules. Especially the one we are in, where deals are broken as much as a matchstick.

CLOSE UP ON VERMA’S hands.

He lowers his glass and throws away a matchstick, which he used for lighting his cigarette.

RATHOD


VERMA, is our….

VERMA finishes the sentence.

VERMA

…Ever jeopardized… If need be, I won’t even spare my own mother.



RATHOD is startled.

CAMERA sees a red light and comes to a halt. VERMA lowers his glass again. He sees a 10-yr old girl playing with sparklers. CLOSE UP ON the flaring sparklers.

QUICK DISSOLVE TO:

FLASHBACK:

Slow music.

INSERT – LEGEND

MUMBAI – 1985

A light bulb is hanging from a ceiling swaying back and forth in a dark room. It is shining on a then 10 yr old, VERMA, who is wearing a crew cut shirt and shorts, showing nervousness. RAMU, a 40 yr old man sits on a chair across from a small desk. Camera is on the back of RAMU.

RAMU

If you do this job, the price is doubled. This isn’t a regular bag deal… so think carefully.



RAMU slams a revolver on the desk. VERMA is perspiring profusely. He pauses.

VERMA


I’ll do anything to feed my stomach.

VERMA picks up the gun fairly quickly hitting the light bulb cover. CAMERA follows the light bulb swinging from darkness to light. The SOUND of GUNFIRE RESONATES.

QUICK CUT:

Sparks fly out of a firecracker crackling on the street. Camera ZOOMS on VERMA’S sweaty face as he comes out of the flashback. He pulls up the tinted window of his side of the car. A trail of smoke is seen behind the car as it speeds away.


CUT TO:

INT. SHANGHAI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – DUSK

LIN WONG, 33 yr old father, short in height, wearing a suit, is on his knees saying goodbye to ZIA WONG, 7, his daughter, cute and cuddly who is wearing a skirt. They are accompanied by a male caretaker who his waiting on LIN’S departure. Camera PANS from on top of the terminal following people around at random then finally rests at Lin and his daughter.

INSERT – LEGEND

SHANGHAI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – EARLIER THAT DAY – 6:30 AM

Chinese being spoken, English subtitles.

LIN WONG

Make sure to take your insulin shots on time. (He smiles) What did you want when I return?

ZIA WONG

I want one of those Indian goddess figurines. I like playing with them.

LIN WONG

(Smiles)

That’s so last season.

They both hug goodbye. LIN WONG stands and directs the girl towards the caretaker.

LIN WONG

Make sure to take good care of her. Pick her up from school on time.

The caretaker nods his head in acknowledgement.

ZIA WONG

Bye, dad.

She waves goodbye. Lin turns away and leaves with his suitcase. The airport intercom comes on.

FEMALE (V.O.)

Shanghai to MUMBAI flight now boarding. Passengers are requested to make their leeway past the security checks now. Please be courteous to the security personnel.

CUT TO:

INT. RESTAURANT, TAJ LAND’S HOTEL – BANDRA WEST- 9:00 PM

VERMA and RATHOD are seated in a busy restaurant waiting on their order. A noisy, clamorous couple are seating next to them. VERMA is looking at the menu.

RATHOD


Aren’t you going to celebrate DIWALI?

VERMA looks up.

VERMA

Our celebrations lies in profits only RATHOD. Besides, I don’t have any patience or tolerance for noisy crowds. You can probably tell from our business, sometimes we can have uninvited guests.



They both laugh briefly. He looks down at the menu again.

VERMA


When is the Chinese contact coming?

RATHOD


9:30 pm. They must be of the airport now.

VERMA


Make sure there is no page left unturned in making him feel comfortable. We are in enough hot water as it is.

RATHOD


Brother, VERMA. I didn’t quite understand, why do we bother with this pharmaceutical drug thing? I mean, don’t we have enough relations going with the illegal arms… drugs… fake currencies market… and such?

RATHOD looks around as if someone was listening but no one was.

VERMA

It’s business, RATHOD. Every business needs diversification. Plus these day and age we have to adjust to what the market demands. That’s the nature of the crime world… It isn’t like it used to be twenty years ago. Now the crime world is linked globally, it’s the era of globalization. (He smiles) I like to call it KAROBAAR - The Business.



He looks up at RATHOD and there is no reply from him. VERMA speaks again.

QUICK CUT:

--ASSEMBLY LINE--

Simultaneously, camera shows a drug pill and pulls back to show it is in an assembly line in China surrounded with Chinese workers. At the end of this line, we see the drug pills in generic packages falling into a collection bin.

VERMA (V.O.)

Let me explain. The global pharmaceutical industry is worth $643 billion and markets like the United States are the major players. Amongst this legal drug market there is a strong demand for generics, which are mainly made in countries like India and China.

QUICK CUT:

-- RESTAURANT--

RATHOD

What’s there in Generics?

VERMA

For starters, they cost a lot less than normal name brand drugs. The Chinese have been selling generics for a while especially in the lucrative markets like America.

RATHOD

But, we do that as well, don’t we brother, VERMA?

VERMA starts to speak.

QUICK CUT:

--WAL-MART--

Simultaneously, camera shows people at Wal-Mart walking into the store in the United States. It dollies aisle after aisle at extreme speeds. People are seen turning over one item after the next showing “MADE IN CHINA” labels. CLOSE UPS ON the products and labels.


VERMA

Sure. In the beginning, there was this huge hoop-lah about everything made in China. Which is why stores like Wal-Mart have made fortunes in the billions of dollars where they have the whole store full of cheap Chinese products.

QUICK CUT:

--RESTAURANT--

A waiter walks in with the food. CLOSE UP ON FOOD on a huge tray.

VERMA continues.

VERMA

Now, all was going well until some tainted food and lead-based products showed up. Then, the Yankees started questioning their imports.



RATHOD

As they say in English, it doesn’t affect me until it strikes home.

RATHOD smiles at VERMA as he tastes his chow mein.

VERMA continues.

QUICK CUT:

-- PRIVATE HOME--

Simultaneously camera shows an American taking a pill and drinking a glass of water in his home. Shot of him in a hospital bed attached to drips. A newspaper is seen turning 360 degrees with the headline, “CHINESE MADE DRUG DEADLY”. Shot of FDA Building outside of Atlanta, Georgia.
VERMA (V.O.)

The same thing happened with some of the legal drugs that showed up at America’s shorelines. They ended up being fake and deadly at the same time in some occasions. Now, the American’s have an organization called the FDA. They determined it was much wiser to import drugs mainly from India.

QUICK CUT:

--RESTAURANT--

RATHOD interrupts.

RATHOD


So this is where we come in. India has some brand names in the pharmaceutical industry like Ranbaxy, Cipla, Sun Pharmaceuticals and Dr. Reddy’s Laboratories. And our business with the Chinese involves putting fake labels on the drugs they manufacture for exports worldwide even the United States.

VERMA


You finally get it. This is when our organization gets orders from Chinese underground drug makers…

RATHOD finishes his sentence.

RATHOD

… Who manufacture legal and illegal generics. Like SINOVAC (Pause) and who’s representative we are expecting tonight.

Theme music begins.

VERMA


They not only make generics but vaccines as well which end up going to places like Africa. That shipment at the CST train station was one of those. How did it end up getting seized?

RATHOD


(Hesitates)

KAUSHIK left it.

VERMA stops eating and wipes his mouth with a handkerchief placing it on the table.

VERMA


Make sure then he leaves this world.

RATHOD


Our guys are on to him. Any day now his picture is going to be in the memorial section of the MUMBAI Mirror.

A cell phone TONE interrupts their meal. VERMA picks it up.

VERMA

Where you at? … We have already started…



CUT TO:

INT. CAR OF VERMA’S MEN – BACKSEAT

One of VERMA’S man, CHANDRU, late 20s and sharp looking is in conversation with VERMA on the cell phone.

CHANDRU


We’ll be there in a few. The flight got slightly delayed… Okay. Bye.

CHANDRU shakes his head after he hangs up the phone. He seems hesitant about something.

CHANDRU

I don’t want to live a life like this. Even KAUSHIK was telling me that, the other day… (Unfinished sentence) Do one thing NITIN; let’s go to JUHU… that’s a nice place…

CHANDRU looks over at the driver.

CLOSE UP ON Lin Wong. He loosens his tie.

LIN WONG

(Relaxed)

So, what’s the news?

He looks at the window outside as the car keeps driving.

CHANDRU

It’s not good, Mr. LIN.

CLOSE UP ON LIN WONG’S Head. We HEAR a loud BANG and blood is seen splattering on the window with the streetlights going in and out of view of the window.

Music Stops.

CUT TO:

INT. RESTAURANT, TAJ LAND’S HOTEL – BANDRA WEST- 9:30 PM

VERMA is still speaking to RATHOD.

Camera PANS horizontally behind RATHOD and FOCUSES on VERMA.

VERMA

It isn’t just us who is benefiting from this business. There are other organizations in MUMBAI and abroad who are parts of this business.



Theme music restarts.

QUICK CUT:

INSERT – LEGEND

Herat Province – Afghanistan

Helicopter Shot.

As VERMA speaks simultaneously poppy fields with Afghan farmers inspecting opium crops are seen. Camera ZOOMS on an Afghan man’s hand inspecting the produce with fresh leaves and pods with his bare hand. He mashes away the dried seeds.

VERMA (V.O.)

Take for instance the heroin business. 90% of which comes from Afghanistan. It isn’t just MUMBAI that is intoxicated in this drug. Big markets like Europe and the America are great contributors to this trade by being regular customers. Now it is a well-known fact that an agency like the CIA have been involved in drug trafficking for years, even in Afghanistan where they are fighting a war.

CUT TO:

EXT. ENTRANCE CIA HEADQUARTERS – LANGLEY, VA – DAY

INSERT – LEGEND

CIA Headquarters – Langley, VA

INT. SPECIAL ACTIVITIES BRANCH – CIA HEADQUARTERS

Two white male, Gary and Snider, both in their early 30s, stout built, 6ft, are sitting in front of a desk that has a name label “Associate Director of National Clandestine Service”. This department is headed by Col. Thomas Clancy, who is in his late 40s, average looking, medium height, sitting behind the desk.

CLOSE UP ON SNIDER.

SNIDER


Sir, unlike the 80s when we had lords like GULBUDIN HEKMATYAR, these days our suppliers are rather scared to work with us. There are numerous warlords of equal stature yet none of them are as trustworthy.

CLOSE UP ON GARY.

GARY

The situation has become so desperate Sir, that some of them are resorting to working independently. That puts extra pressure on our troops who get diverted to fighting the drug trade rather than terrorists.



CLOSE UP ON CLANCY.

CLANCY


Now gentlemen, we don’t have to resort to their standards, now do we? We need them as much as they need us. We sure as hell are not going to be begging Colombia for help…are we? Not having the drug trade would make it one less reason for the Pentagon to have feet down in Afghanistan. Do what you can to get the support of these lords on our side; it’s vital to the intelligence that we gather about the war we are fighting.

CUT TO:


INT. ISMAIL’S RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM - AFGHANISTAN

Gary and Snider are sitting on a Persian mat on the floor with their contact, ISMAIL with both knees in kneel position. SHABNAM, ISMAIL’S 5-yr old, daughter is standing next to him with a candy fan toy. She appears happy to have received a gift as she leans on her dad.

CLOSE UP ON the candy fan toy in operation.

CAMERA PULLS OUT to reveal the beautiful and decorative Islamic outlay of the room.

Serious music.

ISMAIL


SHABNAM, can you go into your room and do your homework?

He taps her on the shoulders. She is pleased as she rushes off to another room. Gary slightly sips on his tea glass, putting it down.

CAMERA is from ISMAIL’S POV.

GARY


I hope you don’t mind us barging in like this.

ISMAIL


No problem. It’s just a norm now for GIs to be barging in.

Snider smiles and nods his head at ISMAIL.

SNIDER

We understand your sentiments but we are not GIs.

CLOSE UP ON ISMAIL.

ISMAIL


Americans nonetheless…I am helpless too that’s why I have to do something like this. These days in Afghanistan it’s either you are in the business or you are the business… the business of war that is.

CLOSE UP ON GARY’S hands passing on a black suitcase to ISMAIL.

GARY

Well, I hope this helps.



ISMAIL takes the suitcase and opens it to inspect fresh US dollar notes.
CLOSE UP ON ISMAIL’S hands flipping on the bundled notes.

Music Stops.

CUT TO:

INT. RESTAURANT, TAJ LAND’S HOTEL – BANDRA WEST

VERMA and RATHOD’S conversation continues.

VERMA


Now if a government agency demonstrates it’s lawful to be in the drug business, then who is the public to judge us on what we do is right or wrong?

RATHOD


VERMA, I say that I book a ticket to the U.S. tonight and join their drug enforcement agencies. This way, maybe I can get to do my dream job legally.

VERMA and RATHOD both chuckle.

The couple sitting on the next table overheard their chuckles and references to America. The guy, PUNEET, late 30s, average height, jumps into the conversation. He is very rowdy.

PUNEET


You got it all wrong.

PUNEET turns around and looks at them.

VERMA

(Smiles)



How is that?

PUNEET


No governmental agencies in the U.S. would ever pursue such endeavors. And even if they did, it would be for a good reason. America isn’t in Afghanistan for drugs. It’s in there for terrorism…The only reason they backed the drug warlords in the 80s was because they needed crucial intelligence against the soviets whom they were fighting a proxy war. As they say in English the enemy of enemy is my friend.

VERMA


There’s something else they say in English is that “Every dog has its day”. America is such a stray dog that it neither belongs to the home nor the garbage dump.

VERMA puts on his glasses and smiles.

RATHOD

Why are you so interested in defending the United States where the drug use rate is rampant, friend?

PUNEET

(Little Disturbed)

That’s true. I am not defending, just stating the facts as I see it. I am an American for your information.

PUNEET moves his hand forward in gesture for a handshake.

VERMA ignores him and makes his way to leave and so does RATHOD.

VERMA


Let’s go RATHOD before the CIA gets on our back.

PUNEET


VERMA, if it was me I would avoid coming into this restaurant again.

VERMA stalls movement. Camera is on VERMA’S shoulders.

VERMA

What are you a sympathizer?



PUNEET

Consider me as an adviser.

PUNEET’S wife REENA, mid 30s, average looking, obese, speaks to PUNEET.

CLOSE UP ON REENA.

REENA

You shouldn’t have tried to argue with them.



CLOSE UP ON PUNEET.

PUNEET


Who was arguing? I was just trying to make a truce with them through our conversation.

CUT TO:
EXT. BYRAMJI JEEJEEBHOY RD – BANDRA WEST – SAME NIGHT

Theme music starts.

VERMA is driving his suburban along the BYRAMJI JEEJEEBHOY Rd, which is along the shoreline with RATHOD in the passenger side. VERMA looks at his rear window and notices PUNEET and REENA behind him. Streetlights are seen being reflected on the windshield in and out of view as the vehicle is in motion. CLOSE UP ON the front bumper as the suburban turns left. Shot of PUNEET’S car from the backseat of VERMA’S vehicle. The vehicles stop at a red light. RATHOD gets out of the vehicle hastily, takes quick steps and approaches the window of PUNEET. As PUNEET is lowering the window, RATHOD fires two shots, one in the head and one in the chest into him. An exit wound blood splatter is seen on the camera in the backseat. RATHOD then turns the gun on REENA and shoots her twice. REENA’S head hits the dashboard in front of her like cement blocks hitting a wall. CLOSE UP ON PUNEET’S bloodied hands resting on the hand-break. The car door can be HEARD being OPENED and then CLOSED.

CLOSE UP ON passenger side of VERMA’S vehicle being opened by RATHOD as he climbs in. RATHOD sits in the front seat and throws away the pen recorder that he just seized from PUNEET’S shirt-pocket on the dashboard.

Camera ZOOMS on the pen recorder.

RATHOD

Brother VERMA, you were right. He was a snitch.

VERMA

A man can be recognized in only two ways RATHOD, his words and his writing.



RATHOD smiles slightly and then hides it away. The vehicle drives away with THE CAMERA UP CLOSE ON RATHOD.

Music stops.

CUT TO:

INT. BRIEFING ROOM – MUMBAI POLICE STATION - DAY

ACP YADAV is illustrating a slideshow that shows fake currencies originating from Nepal and Pakistan and making it into India. Three police inspectors including KATHORE, RANA and CHETAN are sitting on a desk taking notes.

CLOSE UP ON a slideshow.

First Slide

One Pakistani man, SHEIKH ANSARI, 30s, is seen in a photo on a cell-phone.

ACP YADAV (V.O.)

This is SHEIKH ANSARI. Inter Services Intelligence’s most crucial man in the ring of fake currency distribution. He is also believed to be linked with DAWOOD IBRAHIM, a former MUMBAI gangster, now in the terrorism hit list. ANSARI is a courier who delivers fake Indian rupees across the border into Nepal and sometimes even into India. There are several couriers, so why would you say ANSARI is the target? Well… ANSARI is the mastermind of the fake currency rink. If you catch him, you break the backbone of the ISI’S fake currency campaign designed to cripple India economically. CBI from Delhi has sent a memorandum to all law enforcement departments to be on the lookout for him and his accomplice.

Next Slide

One Pakistani woman, ASIYAH MALIK, 40s, is seen in a TV interview with her face revealing in a BURKHA.

ACP YADAV (V.O.)

This is his accomplice. ASIYAH MALIK, caught couriering fake rupees in the region of Jammu and Kashmir. She has been also charged with providing genuine funding to the insurgents in that region. She originated from a terror camp operational in the swat valley in Pakistan… where the TALIBAN are seeing a revival. This brings us to the topic of the drug trade that various terrorist organizations use for funding their operations.

Next Slide

ISMAIL is seen carrying a load of poppy plants in a sack on his back in traditional PASHTUN attire.

ACP YADAV (V.O.)

This is ISMAIL… He is one of the major exporters of opium and heroine to MUMBAI. He can speak five different languages. English, Pashtu, Dari, Urdu and Hindi. According to our intelligence sources, he resides somewhere in the Herat province of Afghanistan near the border of Iran. So why isn’t he behind bars… simple explanation… he has solid links with the warlords in his province. In addition, he is said to have links with the CIA and the Pakistanis.

Next Slide

JAVED is seen in a photo with two other unknown Pakistani men raising their AK-47 rifles in the air.

ACP YADAV

This is JAVED… He is an arms and ammunition dealer…and you can probably tell by the picture that he is simply put…a terrorist, also involved in the drug trade… partially to fund his operations. He lives in Islamabad, Pakistan. According to our Research and Analysis Wing (RAW) in New Delhi, we have attained transcripts of brief phone calls being made by him into MUMBAI suggesting some kind of imminent attack on the city. He is what we would describe as a high value target. He was actually one of DAWOOD’S trusted men when he was in the city in the 80s.

Slideshow Ends.

Light flickers on revealing the three inspectors in the room.

ACP YADAV takes a seat on a chair gently.

CLOSE UP ON KATHORE.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Sir, my sources reveal to me that most of the fake currencies come at a focal point in BIRGANJ, NEPAL. Why doesn’t the Nepali government do anything about it?

CLOSE UP ON ACP YADAV.

ACP YADAV

Good question, KATHORE. Since 2006, Nepal has been declared a secular state. It no longer has a Hindu monarchy; therefore it is hard for our police team units to conduct raids and seizures of individuals who are involved in criminal activities. It’ not like it used to be. Nowadays, if we have to cross the border we need proper documentation and approvals from their government, which in these days is not very co-operative.

CLOSE UP ON RANA.

INSPECTOR RANA

Sir, NEPALIS feel the same way about India… when India did after it separated from England. And I don’t blame them. The bulk of these fake currency operations are due to the natural incline of the “Hate India Policy” their government has established. I think they are too concerned for their sovereignty, which is something new to them.

CLOSE UP ON ACP YADAV as he nods his head in acknowledgement.

A ring TONE from Inspector KATHORE’S phone interrupts the session.

CLOSE UP ON KATHORE pressing the talk button.

CAMERA PULLS OUT.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

KATHORE speaking. (Pause) Huh…huh…. Yes… Be right on it.

KATHORE hangs up the call.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Sir… I would like to be excused early. A couple of murder investigations just turned up.

KATHORE gathers his stuff and starts to leave.

CAMERA SHOWS room panorama, a poster of Mahatma Gandhi can be seen on the wall.

CUT TO:


EXT. BYRAMJI JEEJEEBHOY RD – BANDRA WEST – SAME DAY

PUNEET and REENA’S dead bodies lay dormant in their car. The passenger side door is open.

Camera is from REENA’S POV.

KATHORE is seen peeking into the front seats looking for evidence. There are blood splatters on the steering and the seats. KATHORE takes out a pencil to inspect the shirt tear-outs covering the wounds. He sees gunpowder residue and uses a small tube to retrieve it using his pencil knob. He passes it to a constable.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Send this to the lab for analysis.

CONSTABLE

Ok… Sir.

Constable leaves. KATHORE makes a phone call to ACP YADAV.

Camera shows panorama of the road and the beach. We HEAR a phone RINGING.

INTERCUT:

ACP YADAV

MUMBAI Police… ACP YADAV speaking.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes, Sir. KATHORE here. It seems like these two murders might have been related. The guy right here with me was an American journalist who was writing about Food in the City of MUMBAI. A flash drive retrieved from his dashboard reveals that. Unfortunately, his wife was with him when the firing took place.

ACP YADAV

And the other victim…

KATHORE walks about on the road. Other constables can be seen in the cordoned area.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

He was a representative from a Chinese drug-maker SINOVAC.

ACP YADAV

How are they related?

We HEAR a car HONKING. KATHORE diverts his view towards that.

We HEAR a constable YELLING.

CONSTABLE

Pull back… Turn around… Turn around… This way.

KATHORE brushes his hair with his hand and looks the opposite direction.

CLOSE UP ON KATHORE

Slow music.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

I think… VERMA’S men possibly committed these murders, Sir.

ACP YADAV

What makes you say that?

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Witnesses saw VERMA and RATHOD in the same restaurant where these couple were. Furthermore, VERMA and his gang always have the same signature…close range…in the heart and the head….

ACP YADAV

That’s not concrete evidence. I need a solid lead someone who can testify that they were at the scene of the crime.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

I am working on that, Sir. Word is that KAUSHIK and CHANDRU are no longer in VERMA’S crew. They must have vital information. Finding them would be like finding the golden key to a treasure chest.

ACP YADAV

It seems like the dices are finally falling apart on VERMA and RATHOD.

KATHORE smiles.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Yes, Sir. This Domino just needs a missing pair of dices and all is set for the crumbling effect.

Music stops.

CUT TO:


INT. LOBBY OF TAJ LAND’S HOTEL – FEW DAYS LATER

CLOSE UP ON RECEPTIONIST ON FRONT DESK. Her name is ANJALI, 33, beautiful figure with brown eyes. A man walks in as she looks up from the computer.

ANJALI

(Smiles)

Welcome to TAJ Land’s Hotel, How may I help you?

The man is VERMA with sunglasses. Behind him are RATHOD and two other men providing him with security as they scan the perimeter.

VERMA

(Takes off glasses)



The question is how can I help you?

CLOSE UP ON ANJALI as she smiles. CAMERA IS ON VERMA’S shoulders.

ANJALI

Did you want to book a room, Sir?

VERMA

Well, I am a guest… I am here to meet someone important. Can you direct me to the right-room?



ANJALI

(Computer keystrokes)

Certainly, let me check. What is the last name of the person?

VERMA looks at RATHOD.

RATHOD

(Answers shyly, looking away)

OLATUNDE.

VERMA


What tune?

RATHOD


(Louder)

OLATUNDE… OLATUNDE… It means wealth.

VERMA looks in silence. Everyone stares in silence.

RATHOD


You know… in Nigerian.

VERMA smiles and looks at ANJALI again.

VERMA

(Sarcastically)



Mr. OLATUNDE…

Smiles slightly.

ANJALI

Certainly…(few keystrokes) here… it is, Mr. OLATUNDE from Nigeria. He has been expecting you in Suite No.7.

VERMA

Thank you. (Begins to leave, then returns) Oh, by the way I needed help with something else too. (He smiles)



ANJALI

What might that be?

VERMA

Your phone number.



Romantic Music.

The conversation turns light-hearted.

ANJALI

Why? (Looks at other receptionist)

VERMA
Because you are really beautiful and the type of girl I like?

ANJALI
Really and what type might that be?

VERMA

The one that helps you out when help is needed.



Chuckles.

ANJALI


I thought you were here for serious business.

VERMA


This is serious business… I am serious and these men are my business. (He looks around at his crew) Jokes aside. I know your name already, ANJALI. Mine is VERMA. (He offers her a handshake).

She is startled as she shakes his hand.

ANJALI

The VERMA. You know people say a lot of bad things about you.

CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

VERMA


Of, course. If they are not going to say bad things about bad people then are they going to say good things?

ANJALI


You seem proud to be in the line of business you are in.

VERMA


Only, because what I went through as a child would make you want to feel proud too if you were in my business.

CUT TO:


FLASHBACK:

INSERT – LEGEND

Prime Minister's Residence at No. 1, Safdarjung Road, New Delhi – October 31, 1984

Prime Minister Indira Gandhi is walking through the gardens in a saree smiling. Two sikh guards are at the gate. She approaches the men and folds her hands in greetings. INDIRA GANDHI

Namaste. (Hello)

One of the guards approaches her from behind and shoots her in the back with a semi automatic weapon. Exit wound is seen on the front with blood spreading. She falls to the ground.

CLOSE UP ON THE OTHER GUARD as he makes his way behind her body.

CLOSE UP ON THE AUTOMATIC WEAPON that the other guard is carrying. Fumes are seen while shell casings fall off as the rounds empty into the body of Indira Gandhi.

CUT TO:

INT. VERMA’S RESIDENCE - DAY

Verma, 10, is now sitting down on the floor reading the sikh holy book. His father early 40s, bearded wearing a turban is sitting next to him. They are both reciting verses from the book. Verma’s mother rushes in closing the door and perspiring while holding on the latches to the door.

CLOSE UP ON VERMA’S MOTHER

VERMA

What is it mom?



Verma looks at her. Bullets hit her in the head and she collapses on the floor. The door flings open. Few men enter the room with swords and hold down Verma’s father. Verma’s turban is knocked off his head.

CLOSE UP ON THE SWORD dropping slowly on VERMA’S father and decapitating him. CLOSE UP ON blood splatters on the holy book. VERMA’S FATHER

(Screams)

Aaaahhhh…

VERMA’S shirt is covered in blood splatters as his father’s head falls on his lap. He stands horrified and upright away in a corner. He does not utters a word.

CUT TO:


EXT. CST TRAIN STATION, MUMBAI – DAY

CLOSE UP ON VERMA

Verma steps off a busy train that had just arrived, carrying with him his belongings in a sack on his back. He walks on to the platform.

CUT TO:


EXT. CST TRAIN STATION, MUMBAI – DAY

CLOSE UP ON VERMA sitting with his legs crossed on the platform in front of a shoe polish stand. He is polishing the boot of a man. It is RAMU. VERMA buffs the shoes with a cloth and finishes the job. He looks up at the man. RAMU drops a coin on VERMA’S hand.

VERMA

What, Saab? (Sir) Is this all? I can’t even drink clean water with this money.



RAMU

You want more… What’s your name?

VERMA

SUSHANT SINGH.



RAMU

Quiet! Don’t even tell anyone that name right now understand! Otherwise your head would end up being on the railway tracks… If you work for me, I’ll give you clean clothes, a place to stay and food to eat. What do you say?

RAMU offers his hand in friendship. CLOSE UP ON the hard handshake that follows.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LOBBY OF TAJ LAND’S HOTEL – SAME DAY

CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

VERMA

INDIRA GANDHI’S death was avenged upon my family, which had nothing to do with her. And for what… being a SIKH? That is when I decided to come to MUMBAI.



ANJALI

Why didn’t you ask for help?

VERMA

No other good person that came along the way helped me. For others RAMU must have been a bad person but for me he was no less than God. From SUSHANT SINGH I became VERMA.



CLOSE UP ON ANJALI. She appears moved by the story.

ANJALI


(Smiles and jokes)

I am free this evening… Do you have time or are you going to Nigeria?

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

We HEAR African DRUMBEATS.

A van having two Chinese men, both 40s, XIANG CHENG and CHUN FENG is being driven past Port Harcourt City Center. Camera is from the men’s POV looking outside the window at the street. Various people are seen walking down the streets.

QUICK CUT:

INT. HQ. MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS – CHAOYANG DISTRICT, BEIJING, CHINA – DAY

Beat continues.

CLOSE UP ON an incoming fax on a fax machine. A department employee, mid 30s attractive woman grabs the memorandum and walks down a hallway. Her identification badge is visible hanging around on a cord on her belly.

QUICK CUT:

INT. LIN WONG’S RESIDENCE – SHANGHAI, CHINA – DAY

Beat continues.

CLOSE UP ON a Chinese military doll. It is being hopped and played around with by ZIA WONG. She stalls the movement of the doll and twists the head around.

QUICK CUT:

EXT. CHINESE SPECIAL FORCES- SHANGHAI, CHINA- DAY

Beat continues.

Chinese Special-Forces in black uniforms, riot gear and weapons are at a street corner in front of an open van. Camera ZOOMS in gently towards the communication equipment seen through the opened sliding door of the van.

CHINESE OFFICIAL (V.O.)

Search and seizure assistance needed at 150 SHOU NING Rd, LUWAN District. All available units please respond.

QUICK CUT:

EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

Beat continues.

Shot of Port Harcourt Refining Company. Smoke bellows through the large chimneys. Camera PANS IN and enters the Van’s backseat resting upon the face of XIAN CHENG.

QUICK CUT:

INT. HQ. MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS – CHAOYANG DISTRICT, BEIJING, CHINA – DAY

Beat continues.

The mid 30s woman carrying the memorandum comes to a brief stop on a doorway that has Executive of Agency, YANG JIECHI written on it. She knocks on the door. A voice comes from inside the room. Chinese being spoken with English subtitles.

YANG JIECHI

Come in…

Shot from inside the office. CLOSE UP ON Memorandum as it makes its way across the hands of the employee onto a tray on the table. Camera ZOOMS in to reveal the source, “New Delhi, India. Urgent Response Needed!” The man sitting behind the desk picks up a receiver to place a phone call. Camera does not reveal the man’s face.

QUICK CUT:


INT. LIN WONG’S RESIDENCE – SHANGHAI, CHINA – DAY

Beat continues.

ZIA WONG is now playing with a camouflaged military-truck, which is in motion.

QUICK CUT:

EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

Beat continues.

The van carrying the Chinese Men is now being driven over some rough and dusty terrain. Luscious sugar cane fields surround the graveled roads.

QUICK CUT:

INT. LIN WONG’S RESIDENCE – SHANGHAI, CHINA – DAY

Beat continues.

The phone RINGS. The same caretaker from the airport answers the phone.

Chinese spoken with English subtitles.

CARETAKER

Ni Hao! (Hello)

EXT. OF RESIDENCE

Beat continues.

CLOSE UP ON a swat vehicle screeching it’s brakes and pulling in front of the residence. The sliding door of the Van yanks open hastily. CLOSE UP ON the feet of the Special Forces as they run across the lawn making their way to the entrance of the house.

INT. OF RESIDENCE

Beat continues.

Shot of phone receiver hanging freely on its cord in mid-air. SOUNDS of DIAL TONES are HEARD.

INT. OF RESIDENCE

Beat continues

Shot of ZIA WONG making her way to the door in slow motion.

EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

Beat continues.

The van comes to a halt at quiet a speed. Dust circumnavigates the vehicle and covers the whole shot. We HEAR doors of the vehicle fling OPEN.

QUICK CUT:

INT. LIN WONG’S RESIDENCE – SHANGHAI, CHINA – DAY

Beat nears end.

ZIA WONG slowly opens the door and stalls her movement. An automatic weapon’s nozzle can be seen in the corner of the shot. CLOSE UP ON ZIA WONG as she looks up in awe.

QUICK CUT:

EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

Beat nears end.

Out of the dust appear ZIAN CHENG and CHUN FENG carrying suitcases. CLOSE UP ON ZIAN CHENG as he looks in awe at a height. Camera reveals that he is looking at an oil-drilling machine. We HEAR the machine in MOTION.

Beat ends.

CUT TO:


EXT. LIN WONG’S RESIDENCE – SHANGHAI, CHINA – DAY

A CCTV-9 news van is seen in front of the residence. A female news reporter, Kimberly Harper, 30s, blonde and attractive is reporting in English. CLOSE UP ON her. KIMBERLY HARPER

As you can see behind me, the Special Forces raided the residence of Mr. LIN WONG who was murdered in MUMBAI, India. Mr. Wong worked at the SINOVAC manufacturing plant in Shanghai. According to the Department of Foreign Affairs, he was heavily involved in the illegal smuggling of vaccines under company disguise. Currently, no such evidences have been seized on his property that suggests any foul play involved by the company itself. New Delhi has assured a stiff investigation on this matter. As for the daughter of Mr. Wong she will get to spend some time at the residence of Mr. ZIAN CHENG, a family and friend of the WONGS. The caretaker has been released of his duties as of now. For CCTV News, this is KIMBERLY HARPER.

CUT TO:


EXT. NIGER DELTA – PORT HARCOURT, NIGERIA – DAY

Mr. CHENG and FENG are meeting with two black males, OBAFEMI and ADENIJI, 30s, strong built who have industrial helmets on. They are representatives of SNEPCO, an oil exploration company, visible from the logo on their shirts.

ZIAN CHENG

Hello.


He shakes hands with the representatives.

CHUN FENG

(Smiles)

How do you, do?

He shakes hands with the representatives.

OBAFEMI


(Smiles)

Hi.


ADENIJI

Hello. (Smiles) We’ve been expecting you.

ZIAN CHENG

Is this the place?

ADENIJI

Yes, Sir. We have land allotted to us for up to thirty miles from this perimeter. (He points around past the drills)

CHUN FENG

Has the land been surveyed yet?

OBAFEMI

Of course… Sir. How do you think we would get the permission for drilling?

ZIAN CHENG moves slightly forward crushing the gravel stones on his feet. He is looking around the landscape.

CLOSE UP ON ZIAN CHENG.

ZIAN CHENG

I want it resurveyed? …We have a different way of doing things with the CCP (Chinese Communist Party)... How many barrels a day does it pumps? (Tilts his head back)

ADENIJI

200,000 barrels per day…

ZIAN CHENG

That’s not enough… I want more production and exploration. Are you willing to drill offshore?

CLOSE UP ON OBAFEMI.

OBAFEMI
I’ll have to ask the executives at Lagos.

ZIAN CHENG

We are willing to give you as much funding you need to get the job done.

We HEAR a phone RINGING. ZIAN CHENG answers his cell-phone.

ZIAN CHENG

(Moves away from the men)

Excuse me… Hello.

Camera reveals a spectacular panorama of the oil field from behind the men. The men mumble something, unclear yet audible. ZIAN CHENG makes his way into the van again and seats in the backseat.

ZIAN CHENG


What is so important? … Beijing doesn’t know half of it. We assigned him. (He is slightly teary-eyed)

Sad music.

ZIAN CHENG

(Distraught)

I can’t believe that. I just saw him last week.

CUT TO:


INT. HERAT PROVINCE – ISMAIL’S RESIDENCE - AFGHANISTAN – DAY

Sad music continues.

SHABNAM is crying her heart out in the kitchen.

QUICK CUT:

FLASHBACK:

Shot of a silver glass falling on SHABNAM’S feet and spilling milk over them. END FLASHBACK END:

SHABNAM is now sitting on the lap of her dad unhappy while he caresses her feet. They are both watching television.

SHABNAM
Do you think mom would have nurtured me if she was here with us, Dad?

ISMAIL

Certainly, SHABS. More than I would have.

SHABNAM

Father, why did the Americans kill mom?… What did she do wrong? All she would do was make food and weave clothes all day?

ISMAIL has tears in his eyes.

ISMAIL


I think I would better go get you some ice. We don’t want that thing swollen now, do we? ISMAIL stands to leave. Shot of ISMAIL flipping through the cabinets in the bathroom. We HEAR TANKS being rolled in. ISMAIL watches through the open window with curiosity. Camera PULLS OUT of the window follows the M-1 ABRAMS tank. CLOSE UP ON the drive sprocket showing the road wheel and links turn. Immediately behind it is a military HUMVEE. Shot of slight dust as the vehicles come to a halt. A US Marines Major, KENT SHIFFER, 6ft, wearing sunglasses, 40s, big, strong and muscular uses the arm bar to get out of the HUMVEE.

Quick Series of Shots -- Neighborhood --

Shot of US Soldiers. Shot of the gunner on top of the tank. He is wearing sunglasses and his looks tell he is eager for battle. Shots of civilians. Shot of KENT SHIFFER. Camera adjusts focus on him. His eyes wander around resting finally upon ISMAIL.

KENT SHIFFER

You… ISMAIL?

ISMAIL nods his head in acknowledgement. KENT SHIFFER approaches him by his front gate.

ISMAIL

That’s right.

SHIFFER takes off his glasses conveniently.

KENT SHIFFER

I have a proposal for you…

CUT TO:


INT. TYPICAL PAKISTANI HOUSE - HEERA MANDI DISTRICT, LAHORE PAKISTAN - NIGHT

Dance Music.

Three Pakistani women, 30s, very attractive and partially nude, are dancing in front of JAVED. He is smoking a hooker pipe. Shot of breasts and nipples are seen in and out of the frame. JAVED receives a phone call and a handset is handed down to him. His eyes indicate that he did not wanted to be disturbed.

JAVED


Salam-Walekum (Hello)… What kind of job?… I have men…yes. When do you need it done? … that’s short notice… I can still arrange it though. The rate…it’s usual…

JAVED hangs up the phone and slowly brushes his hands on his tired face.

JAVED

Yea… Allah…



CUT TO:

EXT. MOSQUE – BIRGANJ, NEPAL – DAY

Shot of exterior portion of a mosque. The edifice is a white sandstone structure with a typical Islamic dome in the middle.

INT. MOSQUE – BIRGANJ, NEPAL – DAY

Two men, SHAHEED and NAJAF, both 20s, friends, are bowing down with their heads covered with scarves. Most of the mosque is empty and quiet. CLOSE UP ON their faces as they raise their heads from the floor. They proceed to finish the prayers. Camera shows panorama of entire interior of the mosque, the men are looking forward as they converse. Camera is on the right side of both men.

NAJAF


I am going across the border tonight…

SHAHEED


Why?… To risk your life again…

NAJAF


For you it may seem like a risk but for me it is a cause.

SHAHEED

And what cause is that NAJAF… the one where innocent men and women get killed in senseless attacks… I am sure Allah will never forgive those that commit such acts…it is cowardice.

NAJAF


(Upset)

What you call cowardice is our Jihad…SHAHEED.

SHAHEED

Emotional music.

Islam prohibits killing innocent kids and old people…how can you call something like what you do…Jihad?

NAJAF


I have never killed anyone.

SHAHEED


I know that… I have known you from my high school days… but what you do is no less than killing someone. The fake currencies that you help courier is used to flood the Indian economy… putting the livelihoods of many people at stake…that too in a country that is poverty stricken…

NAJAF


We have no loyalty to India…

SHAHEED


I think you are still forgetting that 80% of our population is majority Hindu.

NAJAF
I am well aware of that… Perhaps, you would have said the same thing when the crusaders were occupying our lands and sitting in our homes that we would rather be slaves and not fight back…(SHAHEED looks at NAJAF) this is my way of fighting back.

SHAHEED

You are forgetting the people who you consider Kufaars (infidels) now once used to be our brothers and sisters… we are the same people. It just hurts me to see why our Muslim brothers and sisters are trying to hurt the very same people they grew up with as neighbors… (Distraught) and this is happening all across the world… In Gaza… Chechnya… Kashmir… Nigeria… Philippines… France… The religion of peace has now become soaked in blood.

NAJAF

The other side’s hands aren’t clean either. They have done a lot worse to our women and children in Iraq and Afghanistan.



SHAHEED

Not India…they have done us no harm… You know I have great admiration for a man from the country you are going to… and his words, “An eye for an eye can make the whole world blind”.

NAJAF

I would rather be blind than to be a pet dog for the West and their ideals.



SHAHEED

I think you have been spending too much time in Islamabad…

NAJAF

And… I think you have been spending too much time with your needles.



SHAHEED

It’s a habit hard to get rid of… the addiction the withdrawals are too hard…

QUICK CUT:

Photo Snap.

Camera shows a needle with heroine being injected into a Tummy…it is NAJAF’S.

He is shaking violently as he looks up and screams. No SOUNDS are HEARD.

Camera is back on conversation. CLOSE UP ON NAJAF. He appears gloomy and in despair.

NAJAF


…If only I could turn back time…I would have never done heroine…

CUT TO:


INT. BUS – AT THE BORDER OF NEPAL AND INDIA – NIGHT

NAJAF is deep asleep on a bus as it comes to a halt at a border checkpoint. Indian constables are checking through the bus. CLOSE UP ON a constable’s stick as it makes it way through the floor of the bus taping around occasionally. It comes to a stop near NAJAF’S seat. Camera PULLS OUT to reveal NAJAF sleeping on the bus. The constable uses his stick to awaken NAJAF hitting on the empty seat in front of him. Camera is from Constable’s POV. He points at the brown sack above his head with his stick.

CONSTABLE

Does this belong to you?

NAJAF stares at the Constable in silence for a moment.

NAJAF


(Answers fearlessly)

Yes.


CUT TO:

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – MUMBAI POLICE HQ – EVENING

Nervous and shaky hands of NAJAF are seen on a table. He moves it from his mouth to his face and then on to the table. The room has halogen light very well lit, bright and yellow. Shot of KATHORE standing stout outside of interrogation room. CLOSE UP ON KATHORE. He takes off his hat and acknowledges ACP YADAV’S arrival. Smiling, KATHORE opens the door for YADAV but stays outside.

KATHORE


(Firmly)

Sir…


Shot of ACP YADAV entering the room with the door partially opened from NAJAF’S POV. YADAV makes his way to the table, places his hat and his stick on the table. He eases his way on to the creaky wooden chair. He briefly observes NAJAF. CLOSE UP ON NAJAF.

ACP YADAV

Have you gotten much sleep? (No reply)… They had to drive you from Raxaul overnight… I normally don’t deal with counterfeiters and couriers in person…why did you ask for me specifically? …

NAJAF


I have information that you might find worthy of your time…

CLOSE UP ON YADAV.

ACP YADAV

If it’s about the fake rupees you’ve been carrying around…that is not really my concern… I don’t deal with currencies…you should talk to KATHORE.

Camera is on YADAV’S back. He tries to leave yet NAJAF’S hands stop him on the table.

NAJAF


Wait… this isn’t about the brown sack or white powder?

YADAV creeps back into his seat.

ACP YADAV

What is it then?

NAJAF
Something major…I’ll only tell if you if you promise to lighten up my sentence for counterfeiting.

ACP YADAV

Terrorism… (Looks in Awe)… I can’t promise you anything but I can at least get you protective custody… (Momentary Silence)…

Camera shines on the forehead of NAJAF then PULLS OUT.

NAJAF

There is an imminent attack on the city…



ACP YADAV

When… and by what group? …

QUICK CUT:

ACP YADAV is seen coming out from the interrogation room. He makes eye contact with KATHORE and smiles. They put on their hats and walk across a hallway, taking small footsteps.

KATHORE

It’s really strange Sir…usually ISI agents are not that cooperative…yet he asked for the Assistant Commissioner of Police.

ACP YADAV

He is not Inter Services Intelligence…

KATHORE

Really… who is he then?

ACP YADAV

A rogue courier trying to save his own skin…I am sure you will get a briefing on him soon… then you’ll find out. Never mind that for now… Have you gotten any status on your case?

KATHORE

Sir… I think the Chinese representative from SINOVAC routinely carried vaccines and drug pills across this country and many others. He was also a biochemist and specialized in producing medicines and had top clearance across major airports. He was mainly transporting original vials of generics for replication in other drug labs.

ACP YADAV

Have they found anything that can link him up with VERMA or any other gangs in MUMBAI?

KATHORE

No… Sir…The Chinese Central Government is actually directly in charge of SINOVAC and the research they do and they are leading the investigation. According to their media relations department they were transporting some kind of antigen for the influenza virus…

ACP YADAV

I wonder what was in those vaccines…

KATHORE

Sir… VERMA’S men might have…

ACP YADAV

(Interrupts)

I know…which is why you need to get CHANDRU? As for VERMA I don’t think he is going to be in the biopharmaceutical business anymore after this incident….

CUT TO:


INT. HOTEL ROOM – TAJ LAND’S HOTEL, MUMBAI – NIGHT

Two Nigerian men, ABDEL and UZAMBI, both 40s with suits on are arguing with VERMA. Two of VERMA’S men are with him standing next to the couch. Camera PANS slowly into the room from the doorway.

Serious music.

ABDEL


(Loudly)

You told me last week that you were going to get us the vaccines but we are still waiting.

VERMA

Look like I have said before… Due to unforeseen circumstances I am not in the pharmaceutical business anymore… If you want hash, heroine, cannabis… we got them?



ABDEL appears frustrated

ABDEL


Man… if we wanted cannabis we would plant it in our backyard? We live in Africa not Europe.

VERMA is slightly angered by the response as he leans back. UZAMBI interrupts.

UZAMBI

(Sad)


Look…I have been in the pharmaceutical business for a while now and know quiet well what the drugs from Europe and America cost… You are my only hope…My brother whom I help save from the guerillas is now in the last stages of AIDS. These vaccines are his last hope.

VERMA


AIDS…?

VERMA looks at his men. They stare back in confusion.

VERMA

The Chinese never mentioned that these vaccines were for fighting the HIV virus…



ABDEL

It’s not…it is a cure.

Theme music.

VERMA AND HIS MEN

What?

There is a moment of silence in the room.



ABDEL

It is in exchange for the oil we promised them in the Niger Delta.

VERMA and his men stare at ABDEL and UZAMBI as if they are from another planet. VERMA takes out his briefcase and opens it on the coffee table.

VERMA


Here is your money back…count it if need be…I do not want to see your face in MUMBAI again anymore… VERMA puts on his glasses and begins to leave. As he turns slightly to the left… UZAMBI gets up pulls out a gun and points it right on his head. VERMA’S men respond instinctively fast and point their semi-automatic weapons at the visitors.

VERMA’S MEN

Hey….

UZAMBI is distraught and crying.



UZAMBI

(Nervously)

You cheated us…this is dirty business…

ABDEL is trying to calm UZAMBI down.

VERMA

I am not responsible for your brother’s innate actions…



UZAMBI adjusts the trigger on the revolver.

UZAMBI


Is it too much of a crime… to be born of AIDS… I ask? What was his crime huh… to be born poor!

VERMA’S movement is very stationary.

VERMA

I was born poor too…look you are asking the wrong person…



Camera creates tension in the scene. UZAMBI cries unstoppably then finally lowers his gun, sitting on the couch. VERMA restarts his movement towards the door. CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

VERMA


Blow them away… and find the damn Chinese!

As VERMA gets out of the shot we HEAR several BANGS and see RATHOD shooting. The Nigerians scream in agony.

CUT TO:

EXT. FLOWER SHOP, MUMBAI STREET – DAY

Camera is from VERMA’S POV in the car looking at the streets. The car comes to a stop near a flower shop, a woman’s short, black and shiny hair is seen. CLOSE UP ON ANJALI inspecting some fresh red roses in a bouquet. We HEAR VERMA’S car HONK. VERMA lowers his window as ANJALI looks back in inquiry. He throws out his cigarette casually. She approaches the vehicle in her hotel attendant uniform. CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

ANJALI


(Smiles)

So… what brings you around here today?

VERMA

Where ever there is the color red…there I may be…whether it be a river of blood or a garden of red roses.


CLOSE UP ON ANJALI as she breaks into slight chuckle.

ANJALI


You are not really that good at couplets…are you? …(Stares) You are serious here too…(Smiles)

VERMA


The streets are where I am always serious…(Smiles)…You look dashing today in your uniform by the way…what you doing this evening?

CUT TO:


INT. TAJ LAND’S HOTEL RESTAURANT, MUMBAI – NIGHT

Camera follows a champagne bottle as a waiter carries it across the room on a tray. Camera stops upon KATHORE and his wife, PRIYA, late 30s, attractive with an evening gown.

PRIYA

(Laughs)



…Then the old man said there might be some kind of mix up. The salesman started to grab the mixer… the old man said again mix up… the salesman replied…Sir there is an audio shop across the street…you can buy your mixer there….

She giggles.

PRIYA

…It turns out they were both deaf….



KATHORE and PRIYA laugh. KATHORE has to sip some water.

KATHORE


You know you are still the same…like you were seven years ago.

PRIYA


You mean like the old man or the salesman…(Laughs) Times change KATHORE… but PRIYA does not.

KATHORE


(Smiles)

Sure… can you tell me the one about the horse and the carriage?

The couples’ meal is slightly interrupted as VERMA and ANJALI walk in into the shot. Camera only sees their clothes as KATHORE looks up after they pass. They take up the table next to them up front. Camera is from KATHORE’S POV. It PULLS UP to reveal VERMA and ANJALI taking a seat.

VERMA


(Smiles)

Good evening, folks! I hope we are not ruining your appetite by coming in uninvited.

VERMA and ANJALI get seated. ANJALI looks at VERMA.

ANJALI


Who is he? …

VERMA


(Sarcasm)

He is among MUMBAI’S finest officers. The honorable Mr. KATHORE. He is probably making a report on me now as we speak.

ANJALI

(Smiles)

Here at the restaurant. Nice to meet you! (Looks at KATHORE)

KATHORE smiles back.

KATHORE

Glad you noticed someone is keeping track of what goes on in this city…

CLOSE UP ON PRIYA as she whispers to KATHORE.

PRIYA


Is he VERMA? …

KATHORE


Yes…

PRIYA whispers again.

PRIYA

What’s he doing here?



KATHORE

How would I know…ask him?

PRIYA

(Smiles)



Never mind…he’ll probably shoot me…

KATHORE cuts away his food on his plate smiling.

KATHORE

You are the wife of a Police Inspector…we don’t know what fear is…

PRIYA taps KATHORE on his hands slightly

PRIYA


Do you at least know what shame is because you haven’t fixed that bathroom window now going on for a month? …

CLOSE UP ON ANJALI.

ANJALI

(Serious)

Are you sure that you were not involved with that murder at my hotel last night?

CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

VERMA

(Shocked)



What murder…?

ANJALI


The cleaning lady found two dead bodies of Nigerian men in the hotel room yesterday… Police have ruled it a murder-suicide…

VERMA


(Chuckles)

Were they gay couples? … What does that have to do with me? … I was in my mansion the whole day…ask RATHOD…

ANJALI

RATHOD always sides with you.

Camera is on ANJALI’S shoulders.

VERMA


Speaking of my mansion…I forgot to mention there is one more room there…

ANJALI


For whom…

VERMA


For a queen like you…

ANJALI


I am no queen…

VERMA


Of my heart you are…

ANJALI


Really…

She flings her arms around VERMA with joy. CLOSE UP ON KATHORE pouring water in his glass.

QUICK CUT:

CLOSE UP ON little waves climbing and crushing upon the bare feet of someone on top of a stone.

FLASHBACK:

CUT TO:


INT. SUNYA CANTONESE RESTAURANT- SHANGHAI, CHINA – NIGHT

Shot in black and white filter. A Party of four people well dressed is sitting at a table having dinner. They are LIN WONG and his daughter ZIA WONG. ZIAN CHENG and his wife, JIAO CHENG are accompanying them. There is a festive of light mood in the air.

LIN WONG

From that day onwards the head teacher would pinpoint at us across the school corridors and scream… “That is them… they know black magic!”…

ZIA finds it very funny. Others find humor in it too…

ZIAN CHENG

(Smiles)

I think we both learn that day that we weren’t going to pursue the subject of spells anymore…

JIAO giggles.

JIAO CHENG

If you were to know my childhood stories you wouldn’t stop laughing for days…

The people are eating away at the tables.

ZIAN CHENG

(Serious)

Have you heard about new trade relations that the Central Government is pursuing in Africa?

LIN WONG

(Eating)

Heard about it? … It’s all over the news… I just don’t like the way they conduct business…

ZIAN CHENG

Who? … The Africans or our government? …

Camera slowly PULLS AWAY from table.

LIN WONG

I would rather deal with India…

ZIAN CHENG

(Lower Volume)

Why do you like India so much…?

CUT TO:

EXT. COASTLINE – NIGER DELTA, NIGERIA – DAY

CLOSE UP ON the feet over the rocks. Camera climbs up and reveals face of ZIAN CHENG. He is looking across at the ocean as tears are seen in his eyes. It is windy and drizzly. He makes a cell phone call.

ZIAN CHENG

Yeah…is ZIA there?

JIAO CHENG

She is… slightly busy though…

We HEAR JIAO CHENG scream.

JIAO CHENG

ZIAaaa…


ZIA WONG

Hello…


ZIAN CHENG

I wanted you to know that you can feel like you are at your own home now… be sure to ask for anything you want and my wife will try to get it for you. We are your family now…

ZIA WONG

(Smiles)

Okay… Uncle. Are you coming back from Africa? …

ZIAN CHENG

(Smiles)

Yes… just not this time soon.

ZIA WONG

Can you get me a tribal doll? …

ZIAN CHENG

(Laughs)

I’ll try. Bye, take your shots on time.

ZIA WONG

Bye.

ZIAN CHENG hangs up the phone and looks forward with relief.



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EXT. HERAT PROVINCE – AFGHANISTAN – DAY

SHABNAM is playing with ABDUL, 5-7 yrs old, typical Afghan boy from the neighborhood. The terrain is rocky, rough and rugged behind their home in a slight hill. They are trying to hit each other with dodge balls. She gets ABDUL with a few hits.

SHABNAM


(After last hit)

I win again…(Smiles)

SHABNAM is running too fast as ABDUL tries to get her from behind. He misses and the ball goes across the hill. SHABNAM giggles. WE CLOSE UP ON her feet running onto the rocky surface. Camera reveals her climbing the hill and going out of shot. We HEAR a loud EXPLOSION. Small pieces of fabric from her clothes are seen flying into the air torn along with smoke.

CUT TO:


INT. ISMAIL’S RESIDENCE – HERAT PROVINCE, AFGHANISTAN – DAY

ISMAIL is sitting on his sofa, sad and shocked. He is continuously looking upfront barely blinking. The SOUND of consistent telegraph signal is BUZZING.

Sad music.

Camera is from the ISMAIL’S POV as US MARINES break in through the door and take up various positions in the room. ISMAIL slightly raises his eye to look and then continues looking straightforward, carefree and fearlessly. Shot of someone walking into the room in slow motion blocking the sun in the background. It is KENT SHIFFER who then sits on the sofa next to ISMAIL and mumbles some words…

The words are unheard and seem unclear as ISMAIL looks at KENT SHIFFER expression less. The BUZZ sound slowly goes away.

KENT SHIFFER

(Slightly audible)

Did you have something to do it…?

ISMAIL does not respond. He continues looking at KENT’S face speechless.

KENT SHIFFER

(Louder)

Are you listening…? Did you have something to do with a Pakistani man named NAJAF?

Music slowly disappears. CLOSE UP ON ISMAIL as his eyes blink.

CUT TO:


INT. LANDMARK EMPLOYMENT OFFICE – SANEPA HEIGHT, KATHMANDU, NEPAL – DAY

SHAHEED is seeking employment at an employment agency. He is covering his head with an Islamic KUFI. The interviewer, PRASHANT, late 20s, a Hindu, breaks the news to him that he did not pass the drug test. CLOSE UP ON PRASANT leaning on his chair and reading a folder. Nepalese being spoken, English subtitles.

PRASANT

…It says here that you have only done a Diploma in the field of civil engineering…but we are getting degree holders. Sure it looks like you have had some experiences constructing your local mosques…however that’s not enough.

PRASANT slams the folder on his table and looks at SHAHEED in disappointment.

PRASANT


Look SHAHEED… I am going to be as blunt with you as possible. This isn’t about the qualifications.

CLOSE UP ON SHAHEED.

SHAHEED

Then… what is it, Sir?

PRASANT looks at SHAHEED in silence briefly.

PRASANT


It’s your drug test? … I am afraid you did not pass it…

SHAHEED
(Disbelief)

Are you sure... if it is that or is it my just my faith…?

PRASANT leans back in his office chair.

QUICK CUT:

FLASHBACK:

EXT. SHAHEED’S ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – DAY

SHOT in black and white. SHAHEED, at age 9 is swinging in the playground with a KUFI hat on. A few bullies, around the same age but bigger in size approach him. CLOSE UP ON SHAHEED falling off the swing onto the dirt surface hard spraining his right knee. He is holding his knee in agony as he gets up, his hat lays on the ground unmoving. One of the boy’s, RAJAN approaches SHAHEED closely and grabs his collar. CLOSE UP ON RAJAN.

RAJAN

So you are that kid that’s been inciting hatred against our religion?



SHAHEED

What hatred? …

One of RAJAN’S friends, SUJIT is heard. CLOSE UP ON SUJIT.

SUJIT


Why do you wear that hat…you coward?

Camera PULLS OUT to RAJAN and SHAHEED. Shot of the swing swaying in the background.

SHAHEED

(Innocently)

But…it’s my religion.

RAJAN


You are not in Pakistan amongst your Muslim brothers… this country is overwhelmingly Hindu.

SHAHEED


This isn’t India either…

The expression on RAJAN’S is one of anger. He steps on SHAHEED’S hat. RAJAN gathers his fist… CLOSE UP ON the blow.

END FLASHBACK:

QUICK CUT:

EXT. LANDMARK EMPLOYMENT OFFICE – SANEPA HEIGHT, KATHMANDU, NEPAL – DAY

CLOSE UP ON the door of the employment office being slammed hard. Camera PULLS OUT to reveal SHAHEED stepping outside of the office with a folder in his hand. Several cars and people are seen moving along his street. HORNS and BEEPS are constantly HEARD.

INT. SHAHEED’S HOTEL ROOM – KATHMANDU, NEPAL – NIGHT

CLOSE UP ON the KUFI sitting on a coffee table. Camera PULLS OUT to reveal SHAHEED is sitting back on his bed looking at the TV. He appears sad and concerned. The room is very basic with average lighting. The evening news is on.

NEWS REPORTER

…According to Indian authorities NAJAF has made numerous trips across the border carrying fake currencies but wasn’t caught up until now. He has only been booked in Nepal for a very small-pickpocket case in which he stole some money to buy some heroine years ago. This time around it appears the charges filed against NAJAF are going to be really serious. It is believed that he was a regular visitor to Pakistan and has had several ties with terrorist groups there. Additionally, interrogation from MUMBAI reveals that NAJAF was part of a plan to attack the city of MUMBAI. As more news becomes available in this matter… we will report it to you. Coming up… are Nepali youths too tied up on drugs? … And what do you think about Terrorism and its effect on the masses? …

SHAHEED turns off the news and finishes his cigarette. CLOSE UP ON the cigarette being put out in a cigarette tray.

CUT TO:


INT. ISMAIL’S RESIDENCE – HERAT PROVINCE, AFGHANISTAN – DAY

CLOSE UP ON a glass of tea being put down by KENT SHIFFER on a coffee table. He looks at ISMAIL whose tears are dried up now.

KENT SHIFFER

Now… look here ISMAIL. I’ve got my team on the ground telling me that you got some kind of dealings going on with the CIA that I don’t know about…

ISMAIL

(Slowly)

It’s nothing sinister as you think…

KENT SHIFFER takes off his glasses.

KENT SHIFFER

Let me make one thing clear for you… The only reason I have been light on your ass is because you got connections with these local warlords whom we need on our sides desperately… but that don’t mean a thing when it comes to putting innocent men and women’s life on the line especially in some foreign soil. Wasn’t it one of your boys that attacked in MUMBAI last year? …

ISMAIL

(Denying)

I had nothing to do with that… honestly…

We HEAR a call for status check on the radio of one of the marines.

OPERATOR

Bravo Unit. What’s your status? …

KENT SHIFFER

Look ISMAIL…you are obviously in a lot of grief right now…but I assure you if you got something to do with this terrorism business… you better come out clean now? …Our intelligence sources indicate you might be tied up with JAVED and his LASHKAR- E- TOIBA group in Pakistan.

Brief moment of silence as the men stare at each other.

ISMAIL


What if I do know something about it and refuse to tell you? … What then? …

KENT SHIFFER puts on his glasses and gets up to leave.

KENT SHIFFER

Let’s just say next time we wouldn’t be breaking down just the door? …

ISMAIL’S eyes are blood-shot red as it follows KENT SHIFFER. A marine inquires KENT SHIFFER.

MARINE.


Sir … your call?

KENT SHIFFER

Leave him… We didn’t get a paper on him…

Marine responds to radio call.

MARINE

All clear here... Bravo Return to base. Over…

ISMAIL

You got to quit acting on these hunches … KENT.

KENT SHIFFER stalls his movement. Camera is on KENT SHIFFER’S BACK.

KENT SHIFFER

When is the funeral? …

ISMAIL


Why are you so interested? …

CLOSE UP ON KENT SHIFFER.

KENT SHIFFER

You called me by my first name… that too in a country where everyone refers to you as the AMERICAN! …Besides I have a daughter too. Sorry for your lose.

CUT TO:

EXT. TEA SHOP, ISLAMABAD, PAKISTAN – DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: Islamabad, Pakistan

A drenching day as the rain pours down on SHAHEED as he stands near a small-tea shop. Camera follows raindrops from a height down onto his head. Panoramic-Shot of the store and him standing in front of him. The Teashop owner is a typical looking Pakistani man with a beard, wearing his Islamic garments.

SHAHEED

Can you make some tea? … Some tea would be nice…

SHAHEED’S hands are shaky as he rolls up his smoke in some moist and flimsy paper. He rolls it up and places it in his pocket.

TEA SHOP OWNER

Here you be…

The owner rubs his hands dry into a towel… SHAHEED sips on the tea and then looks at the man.

SHAHEED
Is there a… you know…here?

CLOSE UP ON the Teashop owner as his face seems serious.

TEA SHOP OWNER

Know what brother…? What u looking for…?

SHAHEED
Heroine…

The Teashop owner is furious. A small of moment of staring occurs.

TEA SHOP OWNER

I think you better drink your tea and get out of here.

SHAHEED appears foolish for asking such a question. He blows away the heat from the tea. We HEAR a car HONK behind him. Camera is from the backseat passenger’s POV as SHAHEED hops into the car. It is DAWOOD IBRAHIM yet his face is not revealed.

SHAHEED


Salam-Walekum…

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

Salam… you SHAHEED?

SHAHEED


Yes…I came here for…

DAWOOD finishes the sentence.

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

I know what you are here for? … I heard about your friend… I am sorry for your lose.

SHAHEED

Another martyr for the cause…

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

You are next… if you choose to do this job.

SHAHEED breaks into a smile and looks ahead.

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

What?… What is it?

SHAHEED


That is the difference between them and us… We are always willing to sacrifice and they are always willing to accept it. When will we Muslims understand that sacrifices can also be made by staying alive and completing the mission? …(Looks away outside)

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

You seem like a hot-blooded lad to me…you’ll be helpful in our cause.

DAWOOD hands SHAHEED a file that says MISSION: MASTER OF DISGUISE.

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

Have you watched movies? …

SHAHEED

American or foreign? …

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

American… This file has all the mission details… hand it down to JAVED once you get to SWAT…You’ll get your living expenses and food accommodated… money will be handed down to you once you finish the task…

DAWOOD looks at SHAHEED as he stares serious.

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

What is it now?

SHAHEED


(Shakes his head)

Nothing… Just wondering are you the real DAWOOD?

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

Yeah… did you want to take an interview or something? …

SHAHEED smiles.

SHAHEED


No… Just forgot to bring in my KUFI otherwise I would have had it signed by you…

The men break into laughs.

SHAHEED

KHUDA HAFIZ…(Goodbye)

DAWOOD IBRAHIM

Allah be with you…

Camera sees the door getting slammed and the raindrops splatter on screen.

CUT TO:


EXT. SWAT VALLEY, PAKISTAN – DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: Swat Valley

Islamic music.

Camera sees a pickup truck rolling across a rough terrain across some hills. Dust bellows the truck while it is loaded with three bearded men with AK-47s in the flatbed. Camera ZOOMS in as the truck comes to stop. Shot of a terror training camp with men dressed in black attire. A few men are seen climbing across a huge board with some ropes in the background. They have their assault rifles in their backs and shoulders. Some are also seen target practicing. Camera rests upon SHAHEED meeting a contact.

Music Stops.

CONTACT


Salam…Hope your journey was pleasant…

SHAHEED


It was.

The men walk into a nearby bunker, the mouth of which is covered with camouflaged netting and ammunitions crates. Camera follows the men inside a short tunnel. Various shell casings and empty cartridges are seen lying around in the ground. The halogen bulbs give enough light in the cave that makes the outline of the rocky and dusty surfaces visible. JAVED is engaged in a conversation with someone across a desk.

JAVED

(Quietly)



Make sure enough time is spent analyzing the maps of that area. We need a separate link that can get us through Afghanistan safely and efficiently…

From the corner of his eye JAVED notices SHAHEED walking in and standing.

JAVED

I’ll talk to you later. KHUDA HAFIZ. (Goodbye)



JAVED disperses the other man early. Camera is from SHAHEED’S POV.

JAVED


Salam…Have a seat.

SHAHEED pulls in a chair.

SHAHEED

You must be JAVED. DAWOOD sent me…

JAVED

Know all about it…men don’t come here without any reasons.



SHAHEED

If they do…

JAVED

They don’t leave…



JAVED shows SHAHEED a slight stare and begins looking at the file he brought. He flips through some of the pages.

JAVED


This is very pretty daring stuff… are you sure you are up to the task…

SHAHEED


Try me… NAJAF was my best friend.

Camera is on the back of one of the men carrying an assault rifle. The nozzle is slightly visible.

JAVED

I know brother… We all lose the ones we love at some point.



SHAHEED

He is still alive.

JAVED

Not anymore… we just got a call from Delhi saying he just got martyrdom in his cell.



SHAHEED’S eyes are watery and shocked yet he does not cry. JAVED looks up to check him. He signals the men to go out of the room. They slowly disperse.

JAVED


God willing… If you finish this mission you shall get paradise and the rest of us here on earth would be able to celebrate that we are one more step closer to achieving an Islamic rule across the world. You can’t let anyone know this mission; it’s very secretive… do you have a girl?

SHAHEED gathers himself together still shocked by the news.

SHAHEED

No… why? Is that important? …

JAVED
Yes, brother. Sometimes women can be hurdles… I hope you understand…

SHAHEED
I do…

JAVED looks at SHAHEED and notices worry in his eyes. CLOSE UP ON JAVED.

JAVED


Look … I think you should take a few days off… go to Peshawar and then when you are ready we’ll call you… till then we’ll arrange for the details on how you will carry out this mission.

CUT TO:


INT. VERMA’S RESIDENCE, MUMBAI, INDIA – NIGHT

VERMA is sitting on his couch accompanied by RATHOD and another man, KISHORE in a sofa across from him. CLOSE UP ON VERMA.

VERMA

… Send him to COLABA and maybe with a few extra bags. The last time customers were complaining about the stuff they got…



RATHOD

Brother VERMA… we get the finest grade from Afghanistan then how can we get complaints. You wouldn’t be able to find this stuff in Amsterdam…

KISHORE

That’s what I don’t understand either VERMA…people say CHANDRU has been making some of the dealers go against us…

VERMA is furious.

VERMA


(Loudly)

That two-bit boy has the audacity to now tackle with…

VERMA stops as ANJALI walks in. She walks past the sofa with her purse towards her room slowly.

VERMA


(Lower)

I want him removed RATHOD… I wouldn’t be able to sleep in peace until I know he is no longer breathing.

QUICK CUT:

VERMA is now in front of a mirror in the living room making him self a drink. ANJALI is seen walking into the view. VERMA looks up to look at her.

ANJALI

What were your friends discussing today?

VERMA smiles.

VERMA


Nothing… just some business related matters.

ANJALI


You got a little mad today with them… I have never seen you yelling like this.

VERMA


It’s just one of those days.

VERMA turns around with his glass approaches ANJALI and puts his arms around her waists.

VERMA

So you tell me… how did your day go?



CUT TO:

INT. RATHOD’S CAR, MUMBAI, INDIA – DAY

RATHOD and KISHORE are in a car with minimal streetlight. CLOSE UP ON wipers on the vehicle, as it turns right into an alleyway and parks. They are anxiously waiting for CHANDRU who is often seen hanging around that location. A small teashop is open on the sideway. Camera is on the backseat briefly.

RATHOD


I think this VERMA has gotten retarded too… in ANJALI’S love. He used to do things on his own and now he is hesitant in getting people killed…

KISHORE


You know the police have gotten more sophisticated…

CLOSE UP ON RATHOD

RATHOD

(Louder)

The hell with the police…Mother fuckers!

KISHORE chuckles.

KISHORE

You are perhaps right. But what can you do…love can even melt a stone…VERMA is just a guy.

Pulse music.

RATHOD starts the car as CHANDRU comes out on the street near his scooter. We HEAR the ignition START. CLOSE UP ON CHANDRU hitting the pedal on his scooter. It is skipping but he finally gets it. CHANDRU hops on his scooter and is now driving on the street with RATHOD’S car on his tail. CHANDRU looks in his right view mirror and notices the men behind him.

A small chase pursues. RATHOD tries to hit the scooter with his car. CHANDRU turns away just in time and is now driving on the footpath. RATHOD lowers his window and KISHORE uses his semi-automatic a few times. CLOSE UP ON the gun firing the shots from the car. CHANDRU ducks and the bullets hit a pole, shutters along the shops and change meters. Shot of a front panorama of the chase as CHANDRU’S scooter goes array into a turn blocking the car’s path. The car bumps into the scooter and skids on the slippery surface to hit a pole. CHANDRU is thrown out of the way and gets up rapidly to run towards a dead end alley. The SOUND of dogs BARKING is HEARD. He is running over some crates and cardboard boxes as he stumbles. RATHOD and KISHORE are right behind him although not shooting at this point. CHANDRU runs into despair as he sees the solid brick wall in front of him. The chase stops and the men gather their breaths.

RATHOD

That’s quite a speed you got their…CHANDRU.

KISHORE


But not fast enough I am afraid.

KISHORE raises the gun and fires two bullets. Fumes are seen coming out of the nozzle as the rain sizzles on it. CHANDRU falls to the ground.

CUT TO:

INT. CIA COVERT OPEARATIONS ROOM, LANGLEY, VA – DAY

A General, SEAN CANNER, 40s, average looking is briefing a few intelligence officers on an issue concerning the Chinese. He is standing in front of a white board and a world map. He uses a stick to point out the Nigerian oil fields.

SEAN CANNER

Now this part of Africa… has the most oil reserves. This right here is the Niger Delta. If you win the bids for oil here you secure your future energy needs for another thirty years. Now we have a problem with that…Don’t we? … The Chinese are heavily invested in the Niger Delta and are winning most of the bids. Why is this alarming to us? … It’s simple you control the oil …you control your economic growth and stability.

An attractive 30s woman, HELEN, interrupts.

HELEN

Sir…with all due respect I don’t think asking for economic growth is a bad thing. I mean when we were developing our economy we were just as much using energy and even polluting the atmosphere not to mention and I thought having a stable government across the world was the ultimate goal of the United States.



She swings her pen towards other men in the room.

SEAN CANNER

Not quite true… You see the problem here arises when you have governments like The Chinese Communist Party… Who knows what their true intentions are? … They have always had a policy that is far different and persecuting towards their own citizens … what makes you say that they will feel any remorse trying to force that kind of govern ship upon others.

SEAN CANNER goes back to the map and points out the Niger Delta.

SEAN CANNER

The task is very simple…destabilize the region and in particular Nigeria then we have a chance of delaying this oil fields from being snatched from us. This way we can have our forces on the ground protecting these fields and ensuring that we remain the dominant force in the region.

HELEN

You mean civil war…



SEAN CANNER
I would rather use a better choice of words such as ethnic conflicts…

SEAN CANNER’S cell phone RINGS.

SEAN CANNER

(Points his finger)

Excuse me.

He steps out of the room.

SEAN CANNER

Yeah… what is it? …

CUT TO:

INT. SPECIAL MEETING ROOM-CHINESE COMMUNIST PARTY, BEIJING, CHINA- DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: Chinese Communist Party Meeting

A meeting of the few top officials of the Chinese Communist Party is taking place. ZIAN CHENG is among the men at the table. A man named ZHOU CHUNG is talking.

ZHOU CHUNG

The party wants to update us on the various issues that are plaguing us right now. I had a personal call to New Delhi and they have told me that this pharmaceutical mess led by SINOVAC is about to unfold like a deck of cards. The United Nations is now closely monitoring our every move especially in Africa where we have oil interests.

ZIAN CHENG

Sir… I have been to Africa and I can assure you that the situation on the ground is in our favor… no matter what we will have access to oil their… and there isn’t a damn thing any jealous group of people can do about it…

ZHOU CHUNG

But the United Nations have issued a…

ZIAN CHENG interrupts. Everyone is silenced.

ZIAN CHENG

It’s not the United Nations… It’s the United States. Can’t you see that they have been after us since day one (Pounds his fist) … First the bird flu scare, then the tainted food, lead products, then vaccines in Africa all of which they point out came from China…and now this…how much further insults are we going to take from them, I ask of you? I think the party should reconsider its motives and we should look at other markets seriously like Brazil and Russia for instance. The developing world has far more potential than the developed countries that don’t have any more room for expansion.

CUT TO:
EXT. POPPY FIELDS – AFGHANISTAN – DAY

ISMAIL is inspecting some poppy crops.

FLASHBACK:

Shot in black and white. A Glimpse of SHABNAM running through the fields to her dad.

SHABNAM


Father, I think we can now afford to have a donkey. I love to ride on one of those once in a while.

ISMAIL


(Politely)

I hate donkeys’ SHABO… Besides I think your mom wouldn’t like to hear it scream in the middle of the night. You know how she gets around dogs.

SHABNAM

I love Donkeys’…

She hops around helter-skelter while running on the fields.

END FLASHBACK:

ISMAIL now stands in his backyard as looking at the waist length brick walls in front of him and the poppy fields. He is teary as he receives a phone call.

CUT TO:


Theme music.
EXT. A LAWN – MUMBAI NEIGHBORHOOD, INDIA – DAY

Shot of someone wounded and bloodied from the top. CLOSE UP ON bloodied hands and upper body crawling across the yard. The face is kept secretive.

CUT TO:

EXT. A RICKSHAW – MUMBAI STREETS, INDIA – DAY

ANJALI walks out of her rickshaw in heavy traffic. We HEAR constant HONKINGS. CLOSE UP ON ANJALI’S purse as she looks for money to pay the driver. Shot of ANJALI getting struck really hard by a car from the pavement in the middle of the road.

CUT TO:


INT. A CAR AT A MALL – MINNESOTA, USA – DAY

SHAHEED is sitting in his car praying. A calligraphy medallion is hanging from the rear view mirror. CLOSE UP ON him praying from inside the car window. He is reciting QURANIC verses.

CUT TO:

INT. A MORGUE – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAY

FLASHBACK:

Shot in black and white.

ANJALI’S lifeless and bruised body lies on an operating table. VERMA is looking at it while tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes.

END FLASHBACK:

CUT TO:

INT. PARKING GARAGE – VERMA’S CAR, MUMBAI, INDIA – DAY

VERMA is sitting in his car with tears and distraught. He stares in front of the steering wheel not making any sounds.

FLASHBACK:

A car stops at a stop light on a MUMBAI street in front a kid with newspapers. It is a 10 yr old VERMA. Camera is from POV of car’s passenger. VERMA approaches the vehicle to sell a newspaper. The passenger fetches for change and offers it to VERMA. The change is dropped as it makes hand contact. CLOSE UP ON VERMA as he pulls out a revolver and shoots. A HUGE BANG is HEARD.

END FLASHBACK:

CLOSE UP OF VERMA’S face and head hitting the steering wheel extremely fast. His eyes shut close rapidly.

EXT. A SANDY BEACH – MUMBAI NEIGHBORHOOD, INDIA – DAY

The same bloody body is now crawling across a beach. Shot of him moving slowly across some sand from the top. He is hands are now even more dirty and bloody.

CUT TO:


INT. PARKING GARAGE – VERMA’S CAR, MUMBAI, INDIA – DAY

Someone steps out from the backseat carrying a semi-automatic weapon. Camera PANS around him and reveals it is KAUSHIK. He walks and makes his way to the elevator. VERMA’S car behind him explodes shattering to bits the various parts and flaming furiously. Shot of KAUSHIK’S leg as he walks out of the picture.

Music Stops.

DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. MUMBAI COASTLINE – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAWN

Serious music.

A shot of a yacht appears in the horizon at sunset. It is making its way towards the shore.

A phone is heard ringing.

EXT. HOTEL BALCONY – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAY

RATHOD has made a phone call to INSPECTOR KATHORE.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Go ahead… RATHOD.

RATHOD

You used to say VERMA and I only did bad deeds. Well today…is the day I’ll prove you wrong.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

How so? …

RATHOD flips open his gold plated cigarette lighter then closes it.

RATHOD

I have some news and some evidence…

INSPECTOR KATHORE

I assume it is about VERMA and his operations.

RATHOD

There is more… I would like to meet in you in person.

INSPECTOR KATHORE

Sure… I am home right now. Write down my address…

CUT TO:


INT. INSIDE MALL OF AMERICA – MINNESOTA, UNITED STATES – DAY

Shot of a sweaty and nervous SHAHEED sitting inside a busy mall. A fountain is situated behind him as he sits on a brick structured seat. Several natural plants and small trees are seen behind him. Camera stays focus on him and only sees people’s lower body as they walk past him. SAHEED has an earphone attached to his right ear.

CUT TO:
EXT. BACK YARD OF ISMAIL – HERAT AFGHANISTAN – DAY

ISMAIL is looking straight ahead and is on satellite phone.

ISMAIL

Don’t be nervous SHAHEED…ALLAH has chosen you for a purpose.

SHAHEED

I can’t do it… this mall is full of little kids.

A Shot of SHABNAM as ISMAIL visualizes her.

ISMAIL


(Emotional)

I had one too…and you know what they did to her.

CLOSE UP ON SHAHEED as he wipes away his nervousness and slowly gathers himself up. He stands up, unbuttons his shirt and walks slowly into the crowd. A contraption of explosives is seen tied to his vests as he places his thumb onto the trigger. We HEAR sounds of women SCREAMING.

ISMAIL


SHAHEED… do it…do it now…

We HEAR security YELLING.

SECURITY

(Loudly)

Put that trigger down… get down on the floor…now!

ISMAIL


SHAHEED do it…do it SHAHEED.

Shot of hanging and reflecting light on top of the mall from SHAHEED’S POV. CLOSE UP ON SHAHEED as he moves forward slightly and changes his mind. He gets down on his knees and lowers his trigger. Camera PANS and reveals security personnel who have guns drown. One of them presses his finger on the radio.

SECURITY

Suspect surrendering. Need more backup...

The same officer looks for his cuffs on his duty belt and approaches SHAHEED. CLOSE UP ON ISMAIL as he disconnects the satellite call.

CUT TO:


INT. KATHORE’S RESIDENCE, JUHU, MUMBAI, INDIA – AFTERNOON

Shot of drapes are seen moving about the wind in the back entrance of the house. Camera ZOOMS into living room as RATHOD speaks with KATHORE.

RATHOD

I told you that I am the most reliable one of VERMA’S men…

KATHORE

(Smiles)

Well… now I realize it.

RATHOD hands down a disc to KATHORE.

RATHOD

This CD has all the information you need, VERMA’S contacts and his operations…

KATHORE holds the disc.

KATHORE


What was the more part?

RATHOD


Let’s just say it has things in it that can shatter the communists…

KATHORE


(Smiles)

Really… That’s good news… I’ll call ACP YADAV and let him know.

RATHOD appears nervous.

RATHOD


Did you say YADAV…?

As KATHORE approaches the phone to place a call, RATHOD shoots him in cold blood. The SOUND of dial tone is HEARD as KATHORE looses grip of the phone and falls to the floor. CLOSE UP ON the phone hanging in mid air.

CUT TO:

EXT. JUHU BEACH – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAWN

Sad music.

KATHORE is slowly dragging himself onto the sand. Camera PANS around to reveal his face. KATHORE is in extreme pain as he comes to a halt near the shore where the water meets the sand. He takes out his wallet to see a glimpse of his wife PRIYA’S photo. KATHORE runs his left bloody finger onto the photograph. His tired hands finally give up as it falls uncontrollably on the sand burying his face along with it. A wave of water crushes over KATHORE’S face. Blood is seen along the water.


EXT. MUMBAI COASTLINE – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAWN

Serious music.

The approaching yacht is getting even closer. A shot of another yacht is seen going from the shore to rendezvous with the approaching yacht.

CUT TO:
INT. ISMAIL’S RESIDENCE, HERAT PROVINCE, AFGHANISTAN – AFTERNOON

Action music.

ISMAIL is loading up some cartridges in to his AK-47 rifle and his flak jacket. The SOUND of a gunship helicopter is HEARD. ISMAIL leaves hurriedly as some bullets are seen laying around and falling from the table. ISMAIL carries with him a huge sack of opiate crops on his shoulder. CLOSE UP ON ISMAIL barging out of the backdoor of his house in extreme speeds. He enters the poppy field tripping in a few places but gets himself up in the process afterwards. CLOSE UP ON the front view of the house as US MARINES are seen breaking through the door and searching for him. A few of the soldiers yell…

SOLDIERS

Get down…get down…

CLOSE UP ON the entrance of the house as it explodes into a huge fireball. ISMAIL trapped the place with explosives. The explosion grabs his attention as he looks back. The camera is from ISMAIL’S POV. He sees the AC-130 gunship approaching him and fires his AK-47 randomly aiming at the helicopter. Several gunshots are HEARD. Camera PANS to the front of ISMAIL’S path as he makes another run for it. The bullets are seen tracing behind his steps then finally onto the bag, which falls from ISMAIL’S hands. Shot of ISMAIL’S head and body being blown off by so many bullets striking him. The helicopter turns a sharp right and gets out of the picture.

CUT TO:


EXT. MUMBAI COASTLINE – MUMBAI, INDIA – DAWN

Serious music.

The yachts have now met up halfway into the ocean. Camera ZOOMS in to reveal it is ZIAN CHENG meeting with KAUSHIK. The men are standing near the edges of their yacht. CLOSE UP ON ZIAN CHENG.

ZIAN CHENG

Is the work done? …

KAUSHIK


Yes… No evidence left.

ZIAN CHENG

(Smiles)

Good. Here is the reward I promised you.

ZIAN CHENG hands down a suitcase. KAUSHIK opens it to see bundled US dollar notes and smiles. CLOSE UP ON KAUSHIK as he closes the briefcase.

KAUSHIK


Thanks… I couldn’t understand something though…

ZIAN CHENG is turning his yacht around.

ZIAN CHENG

What’s that?

KAUSHIK

What did you have against VERMA?

ZIAN CHENG
He was responsible for my friend’s death…

CLOSE UP ON ZIAN CHENG un-easing the rope and adjusting the mast. Shot of his yacht disappearing into the sunset from afar.

DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. OPEN OCEAN – NIGER DELTA, AFRICA – DAY

Theme music.

Helicopter shot.

Shot of the ocean across a vast area. We HEAR the propeller rotating. Shot of a landed helicopter from the tail with propeller still rotating. It is on top of an offshore oilrig helipad. Shot of an African worker, wearing a helmet approaching a cabin where ADENIJI is using his protector on a map. The worker is OBAFEMI.

OBAFEMI

The investors are here…ADENIJI.

Shot of a man walking in his trousers and carrying a black suitcase towards the African men. Shot of GARY and SNIDER smiling and talking to OBAFEMI and ADENIJI. Camera follows the man carrying the suitcase as he approaches the group.

MAN


Are you the representatives of SNEPCO oil exploration?

CLOSE UP ON ADENIJI as he smiles and looks at the man.

OBAFEMI

Who wants to know?

ADENIJI

(Smiles)

Yes we are.

Camera PANS and climbs around to reveal the face of the man. It is ACP YADAV wearing sunglasses and a suit. CLOSE UP ON ACP YADAV.

ACP YADAV

(Smiles)

I have a business proposal that I think you would be interested in…

Camera PULLS OUT and reveals the full offshore oilrig in the ocean.

FADE TO BLACK.

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