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PRE-SCRIPT
"Life does strange things to us, lost in our routine we never
realize how drastically we change, morphing into a totally
new person, sometimes someone so different that we wouldn't
even know us if we ever met ourselves like strangers."
ONE DAY
BY: CYRIL M GUPTA
FADE IN:
SLOW MOTION:
EVERYTHING IS SLIGHTLY OUT OF FOCUS. THE CAMERA IS STARING AT
A FUZZY PICTURE OF WHAT IS A LITTLE ############## OUTSIDE A ROW OF
FLATS. SUDDENLY ONE OF THE DOOR OPENS AND OUT STEPS RHEA, A
SMALL YOUNG THING, PROBABLY JUST STEPPING INTO HER MID
TWENTIES. SHE'S CRYING AND WALKING FAST, BREAKING INTO A
QUICK IMPROMPTU RUN AFTER EVERY COUPLE STEPS. SHE RAISES HER
HAND TO WIPE OFF HER TEARS WITH THE BACK OF HER HAND, AND WE
SEE FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT SHE'S HOLDING A GUN IN THAT HAND.
SHE PUTS GUN IN THE SMALL BLACK BAG THAT SHE'S CARRYING.
FADE OUT
FADE IN:
THE FOLLOWING LETTERS IN SIMPLE WHITE, PRINTED ON BLACK
SCREEN.
"Sanity is like sand in my fist. The harder I try to clutch
on to it, the faster it slips out.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
EXT. SOMEWHERE ON MUMBAI STREETS - EVENING
City evening. The street is crowded. People are rushing about
without glancing or acknowledging each other. This is Mumbai
not New York.
One of them is Karan, in his mid 20s. Shoulder length hair
flying wildly around him. He's tall, strong and radical. He
could be anything from an athlete to an artist. He's walking
with fast, bold steps, wearing a steely expression on his
face. He could be upset about something. He has a black
office bag in his hand.
Karan comes to the end of pavement and abruptly halts. He
gives his head a little shake as if clearing it. He raises
his hand and hails a cab. It passes him. He hurls an
expletive.
KARAN
Son of a Bloody Bitch!
The taxi suddenly breaks as if it heard the comment and
reverses. It halts when it reaches Karan.
Surprised, Karan opens the door and gets in.
INT. INside the Taxi - EvENING
KARAN
Bandra!
The Taxi immediately starts moving. Karan is staring out of
the Window, unknowingly clenching and un-clenching the hand
on his bag in an obvious display of frustration.
We see the Taxi Driver's eyes in the rear view mirror,
observing Karan.
The Taxi takes a turn.
The eyes are still observing Karan, they look at the road,
and back again. They squint for a moment and the cabman
speaks for the first time.
CABBIE
You failed again today. Didn't you?
Karan is jolted out of his thoughts.
KARAN
Pardon me? Did you say something?
CABBIE
I said you failed again today.
KARAN
UH? Kya Matlab.(What do you mean?) Why're you
talking in English instead of Hindi?
CABBIE
You look like the kind who prefers English to
Hindi. When did you last write a letter in Hindi,
or for that matter read a book?
Karan squints and glares at the Cabbie as if trying to decide
how to answer that question.
KARAN
It shouldn't matter to you. You're just my cab
driver you know. A shit hole, smart-ass cab
driver.
The last sentence is said with so much violence and vengeance
that it surprises the audience.
The cabbie gives a dry chuckle.
CABBIE
Loosing your temper is the first step to loosing
your battles. Fights are won by thinking cool and
hitting hard... Like a boxer. Your temper is what
makes you falter.
Karan slides closer to the driver, trying to get a closer
look at him.
KARAN
(Cynical)
What are you? A psychologist turned taxi driver
because his practice failed?
CABBIE
It didn't fail. I gave it up. I used to attach
myself too much with my patients' problems.
Psychologists with empathy either give up or go
crazy.
All this while the cabbie has not looked once at Karan, he's
busy watching the road.
KARAN
I guess it makes you unique... Cause you did both.
You gave up, and went crazy!
(Moves in closer trying to make eye contact)
So Mr. Psycho Psychologist... I'll bet you think
in your crazy little head that you can read
everyone like a book?
CABBIE
(Chuckles)
Sarcasm... You probably believe that you're quick-
witted and have a great sense of humor, but it's
actually your sense of non-achievement that makes
you sarcastic.
KARAN
(Really angrily)
Just shut up and drive you idiot! Or stop and I
will get down,Gucci Orologi!
The cabbie goes silent.
Karan is glaring at the cabbie continuously with an angry
expression. The cabbie glances in the rear view mirror now
and then to check Karan out.
After a minute or so Karan finally relaxes, leans back, rests
his head on the edge of the backrest and closes his eyes.
The cabbie looks at Karan through the rear view mirror.
PAUSE
CABBIE
You started early.
Karan is startled out of his siesta.
KARAN
What,gucci sac soldes!
CABBIE
(Said very quickly,gucci sac, as if he's running out of
time)
You started early in life, had a few initial
successes that gave you a real big high. You moved
from one level to another quickly. You probably
thought you were destined to be great, but now...
Karan, who makes physical contact for the first time, tapping
him on his shoulder, cuts the cabbie short.
KARAN
Don't begin again asshole! I told you to put a lid
on this!
The camera is on a mid shot of the Cabbie's back. Karan is
not in the frame. The Cabbie is looking back at Karan through
the rear view mirror.
CABBIE
(Not interrupting his flow)
...but now you are struggling for success, and
it's eluding you. Tell me. how long has it been
going on? How long have you been failing? One
week? One month? Or One Year?
Karan's hand glides into the frame. It's holding a pistol.
Karan put the pistol against the Cabbie's neck and whispers
into his ear.
KARAN
Have a look at this.
The Cabbie turns his neck to look at the pistol slowly, real
slowly. Karan moves the pistol alongside his neck.
KARAN (CONT'D)
(Wry Smile)
Until this year I was the national champion in
marksmanship.
Karan withdraws the gun. The Cabbie laughs the dry laugh of
relief.
CABBIE
Until this year, eh? A failed sportsman? You're a
case right out of the book. You never expected
that you'd fail, did you?
KARAN
(Squints)
I can shoot a button off your shirt from 20 mtrs.
CABBIE
And your competition can do it from 21.
(Laughs out loud)
Pause.
KARAN
You know something?
Pause.
KARAN (CONT'D)
You shouldn't mess with people. Especially when
they're already messed up.
Pause.
The Cabbie squints, as if he's thinking seriously about what
Karan said.
CABBIE
Hmm... I am sorry. I didn't want to hurt you... I
am a psychologist...
(Looks for reaction on Karan, Karan locks at
him with mock surprise)
OK, an ex psychologist, but I can help... And I
won't charge, at least not beyond the taxi fare.
KARAN
It's just a bad patch, not a psychological
problem. I will get over it.
CABBIE
(Laughing So Hard The Taxi Almost Rocks)
A bad patch?... A bad patch? You're breaking me
up... What did you do? Memorize the book of
clich��s?
Pausing to draw his breath.
CABBIE (CONT'D)
That's what they all think kid. But the bad patch
never ends. Tell me how many sportsmen have you
seen come back from a bad patch and...ouch!...
Karan's hand suddenly snakes out and grabs the taxi driver's
hair, pulling it back until the taxi driver's head is on the
head-rest.
KARAN
(Speaking in Cold Rage)
I know a very good way of shutting up people who
won't shut up.
CABBIE
(Panicked)
Hey. Hey! What are you doing kid?
Karan lets him go. The cab driver runs his fingers over his
head to adjust his hair.
CABBIE (CONT'D)
Shit Man! If you're in such a foul mood it must be
real bad.
Karan doesn't answer.
Atfer some more moments.
CABBIE (CONT'D)
I am sorry.
KARAN
OK.
Some more moments pass. We can see the Cabbie grin in the
mirror. The he speaks again.
CABBIE
Are you educated?
KARAN
(Surprised)
Kya? (What?)
CABBIE
(Giggles)
Damn!... Do you have any sort of technical
education?... Now that your sportsman's career is
finished you'll need a new job...
(Laughs)
Don't worry... You can always drive a taxi. It's
fun and you'll get to meet a lot of new people.
Karan - Cold rage.
KARAN
I know of another good career.
CABBIE
(Laughing)
What?
Karan brings back his gun and puts it on the Cabbie's temple.
KARAN
I'll be a hitman. You get to meet a lot of new
people in this profession too...
Cabbie freezes for a moment, than smiles broadly, he's sure
Karan can't shoot.
KARAN (CONT'D)
(Clicks his tongue)
Unfortunately... You only meet them once.
Karan cocks the revolver, and puts his hand on the other side
of the driver's temple, pressing his head to the revolver.
This is a close shot; we see Karan's revolver, the cabbie's
head and Karan's other hand pressing the cabbie's head to the
revolver.
CABBIE
(Still Laughing)
Come on man, you don't frighten me... I got
surprised the first time round. You're a
sportsman,collezione gucci borse, not a killer.. There's no way you can
kill me.
Bang!
We see the Cabbie's head jerk.
Capture this moment.
FADE OUT TO RED.
FADE IN:
INT. A MUMBAI APARTMENT - A LITTLE WHILE LATER
It's a small apartment, clean but minimally decorated,
comfortable but not lavish. It's clear that the owner has yet
to make it.
We see Rhea again for the first time after the beginning of
the movie. At the moment she's bent over Karan, tying on what
looks like a bandage to his hand. She has the pistol in one
of her hands.
RHEA
(With a lot of force)
How can you be so stupid? What if you had totally
blown your hand off? Or what if the bullet went
through a major artery? You could have bled to
death before you got here.
karan
(Shouts)
Shit! Stop nagging me like a ########ing wife. I have
told you a hundred times already I didn't think
before I shot him.
Rhea moves aside and flops on a sofa in front of Karan and
puts the revolver there. Karan checks his bandaged hand.
There's a blood soaked handkerchief on the table in front of
him.
RHEA
But placing your head on the other side of his
head?... You shouldn't have to think to avoid
doing that.
Pause.
KARAN
It seemed perfectly natural at that moment. He was
moving his head too much.
Pause.
kaRAN (CONT'D)
Besides... I didn't know the bullet would go right
through his skull.
Karan laughs a sorry little laugh.
KARAN (CONT'D)
In a way it vindicates my stand. There was not
much in his head. And I think I could see bullshit
mixed in his blood.
Rhea glares at Karan.
rHEA
What is this? Hangman's humour? Or Hitman's?
Pause.
RhEA (CONT'D)
Shit Karan! What the hell are you doing? You
killed a man, and now you're making jokes about
that?
Karan glares back, a very upset expression on his face. He's
about to say something insulting,vibram five fingers scarpe, but closes his mouth.
Pauses. Sighs, and falls back on his seat.
kaRAN
What do you want me to do then?
Karan rises up again and looks at Rhea with intensity.
kaRAN (CONT'D)
(Frowning)
You want me to cry about it all day and all night?
Beat.
kaRAN (CONT'D)
(Rising Voice)
You want me to go to the police and tell them I
killed a man in an insane fit?. And spend rest of
my youth in prison?
Beat.
karan (CONT'D)
It was an accident! I didn't want to shoot him! It
was totally involuntary! Believe me Rhea!
Pause.
Karan (CONT'D)
If I don't handle his death right, it will wreck
my life. I won't be able to lift a gun again.
Pause.
Karan (CONT'D)
(Forceful voice)
I am trying to find ways to get over this! Trying
to make it sound less serious than it is,mbt rivenditori, is one
of the ways.
Rhea shakes her head.
RHEA
I'll tell you something important Karan... What
you're doing right now, is denial. Making fun of
this won't help. You're going to be plagued by
that Cabbie all your life.
Karan glares at her, but before he can say anything the phone
rings. He picks it up.
karan
Hello.
Beat.
karan (CONT'D)
(Turning to Rhea)
It's for you.
Rhea comes and takes the phone.
rhea
Hello.
Her expression darkens, as if she didn't want to speak to the
caller.
rhEA (CONT'D)
I am fine. How are you?...Yeah...Yeah... I will
try to come next week... OK... Hmm... Don't say
that please... OK, tell me how's Sunil... I AM NOT
TRYING TO CHANGE THE TOPIC!...
Something has made Rhea angry... Very, very angry.
rhea (CONT'D)
Shit! You shouldn't be talking like that!... It
doesn't make me a whore just because I am not
married to him!
Rhea bangs down the phone. Tries to calm down but can't. She
clenches her fist, picks up the phone once again and hurls it
against the wall with all her might.
CRASH!
Pause.
Rhea takes a deep breath and speaks in a composed voice.
rhea (CONT'D)
That was my mother.
Karan
I know.
rhea
Why'd you do that?
Karan
I didn't know what she was going to talk about.
This does not satisfy Rhea, but she keeps mum.
Pause.
Rhea is looking agitated as if she's aggressively thinking
about something.
rhea
She was asking me if you'll ever marry me.
karan
What did you say?
rhea
You heard me.
karan
What do you think?
rheA
I don't know what to think. You tell me.
karan
I will definitely marry you, but not before I
achieve success.
rhea
Karan! It's almost been two years since you've
been telling me this. When will you achieve
success?
Karan shrugs.
rhea (CONT'D)
Why can't you marry me and then achieve success?
karan
It doesn't work that way.
rhea
Why not?
karan
If I marry you, my commitment will waiver. I will
be divided into two worlds! My intensity will die!
rhea
Is this a ########ing joke?
Beat.
rhea (CONT'D)
It's been two years since I've been living with
you. Two years since you've been screwing me, and
your intensity is still alive!... And you think it
will die if you'll marry me and give me an
honorable life?
rhea (CONT'D)
My mother asked how much longer did I want to live
like a whore?
Karan does not respond.
rhea (CONT'D)
(Yelling)
A whore! You hear me?
Rhea starts to sob.
rhea (CONT'D)
My own mother...
karan
(Sharp tone)
Control yourself Rhea! Don't behave like some weak
willed.. Woman! (Last word is almost spit out.)
Rhea stops sobbing and wipes her tears.
rhea
(Surprised)
Weak willed Woman?
Beat.
Rhea gets really angry. She's actually stark mad right now.
rhea (CONT'D)
(Shouts)
I left my family for you! And you're calling me a
weak willed woman?
rhEA (CONT'D)
(Shouts)
Shit! It's me who's been supporting you all this
while with my job, while you went out and tried to
achieve those... dreams of yours... and you're
calling me a weak willed woman?
rhea (CONT'D)
You know something Karan?
Jabs a finger at him.
Rhea (CONT'D)
(Tight Voice)
YOU are a selfish ########ing asshole... I am sorry I
ever loved you.
Grabs him by the shoulder.
rhea (CONT'D)
(Shouts)
And I want you out of my apartment right now!
Tries to make him stand by shaking him by his collar.
rhea (CONT'D)
Right now! You hear me?
Karan suddenly lashes out with his wounded hand and catches
Rhea on the chin. She falls back on the Sofa.
karan
Don't do this... Ever... Again.
Karan is holding his hand in agony.
Rhea is still lying in a heap on the sofa. Slowly she turns
around. She's bleeding from the nose.
rhea
(In a bewildered tone)
You hit me!
Rhea touches her nose with her fingers and sees the blood on
them.
rhea (CONT'D)
(Now more of a statement than anything else.)
You hit me.
Rhea's hand closes on the revolver lying on the sofa. With a
jerk she draws her hand and points the gun at Karan.
rhea (CONT'D)
How dare you hit me?
karan
I don't believe it!
karan (CONT'D)
(Angry)
You! Are pointing a gun at me?
Rhea
How dare you hit me Karan?
KARAN
How dare I hit You? I will show you how dare?...
Karan lashes out again and slaps her hard again. Rhea falls
back on the sofa.
karan (CONT'D)
I will hit you as many times as I want if you
continue acting like a bitch.
Rhea slowly turns her head back to Karan.
Cold rage.
rhea
(Choked voice)
You shouldn't have done that Karan.
karan
Shit! I will do it as many times as I want.
Karan acts as if he's going to slap her again... Rhea shies
away from him in defense. Karan mocks fun at her.
Karan (CONT'D)
There... Got lots of guts have you... Pointing a
gun at me...Come on... Shoot me.
Karan turn around and heads to the refrigerator to get
himself a drink of water. Rhea is still pointing a gun at
him.
karan (CONT'D)
I told you I'd marry you, but you didn't believe
me. Now I am telling you... I won't marry you! Do
you believe me? Hunh? Do you?
Karan turns back to put the bottle back in the fridge.
CU of Rhea's face. She winces as she fires.
Karan slumps down to the ground.
Rhea covers her face with her hands, we hear her choked sobs.
When she takes them away we can see the tears in her eyes.
She gets up, grabs her purse and heads for the door.
From then on it's the repeat of the first scene. However this
time we follow Rhea thru cuts as she moves around town. We
see shots of her walking, in train... in a taxi. The montage
progresses from day to night.
Finally.
It's a bridge. Rhea is standing alone, facing the water. We
see her hand move and then hear a splash a little while
later. She's thrown the pistol into the murky depths.
The camera fades out to black very slowly. The blackness of
the scene dissolves into the blackness of the screen.
When the scene has completely faded out, we hear another
splash. This time, a bigger one.
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