01A. EXT. STREET - NIGHT
The night is deep. Its raining, hard. A lone street lamp
stands on the wet street. The light flickers as the rain
drifts with the strong winds. We hear FOOTSTEPS. Then we see
feet. Walking. Firmly, wearing boots.
The man walks behind his shadow as the light falls upon him,
a strange air around him. He looks around, making sure nobody
is watching. He wears a long overcoat, like a raincoat. A
satchel hangs around his neck - housing what looks like a
camera - an old Pentax.
He double checks the street. On both sides. There is no soul
apart from him in the vicinity. He sighs, decidedly. And
within a moment he jumps, over a compound wall.
The street is silent again.
The lone street lamp stands.
EXT. DARK BUNGALOW - NIGHT
The man is standing looking at the towering bungalow. There
is an air of discomfort about it. He can sense something is
not right. But then, he isn’t one to think about right and
He paces tactfully, making sure he stays in the shadows,
breezing through portions where the shimmering light from the
bungalow befalls the ground.
01B. INT. DARK BUNGALOW - NIGHT
Making sure he isn’t watched, he finally enters the house. He
begins to climb the stair case, very carefully.
As he reaches a window, he takes out his camera with amazing
dexterity. We can see a plan in his brown eyes, we see his
body carrying it out to the T.
He stands in front of the window, holds up the camera. He
removes his hat, and for the first time, in the reflection in
the glass, we see his face - A bearded man, with brown eyes,
in his early 30s.
He is AMAR APTE. And he is our hero. Only he isn’t exactly
AMAR clicks four-five shots. Making doubly sure that he is
doing it right. He sneaks out, swift.