THE GATE AT BIRLA HOUSE - EXTERIOR - DAYGodse hesitates before approaching the two gardeners whononchalantly flank the entrance. He stiffens himself,cautiously touches something under his khaki jacket, thenglances back at the stoic face of Prakash. Prakash's gaze isas firm and unrelenting as a death's head. Godse turns back,wetting his lips nervously, then moves into the middle of agroup going through the gate.GARDEN - BIRLA HOUSE - EXTERIOR - TWILIGHTA fairly numerous crowd is gathering here, informally fillingthe area on one side of a walk that leads to a little pavilion --some devout, some curious, some just eager to be near thegreat man.Godse moves forward through them toward the front just ashushed voices begin to remark -- "I see him." "Here he comes!""Which one is Manu?"...Apte and Karkare move to different sides of Godse, staying alittle behind, their movements sly and wary, aware of peoplewatching.Featuring Gandhi. We see him distantly through the crowd.The brown, wiry figure cloaked only in loincloth and shawl,still weak from his last fast and moving without his customaryspring and energy as he is supported by his two grand nieces,his "walking sticks," Manu and Abha.We do not see him clearly until the very last moment -- onlyglimpses of him as he smiles, and exchanges little jokeswith some of the crowd and the two young women who supporthim, occasionally joining his hands together in greeting tosomeone in particular, then once more proceeding with a handon the shoulder of each of the girls.The camera keeps moving closer, and the point of view isalways Godse's, but Gandhi is always in profile or half obscured by the heads and shoulders of those in front. Wehear the occasional click of a camera, and we intercut withshots of Godse moving tensely up through the crowd, of Apteand Karkare on the periphery of the crowd, watching withsudden fear and apprehension, like men paralysed by the presence of danger.