Sitting along in the shadows of a stationary tonga a little
distance down the street an elderly man (Prakash) with a
short, close-cropped beard and the taut, sunken flesh of a
cadaver is watching...
Apte and Karkare look back at him. There is just the slightest
acknowledgment and then Prakash lifts his eyes to the gate,
as though to tell them to be about their business.
THE GATE AT BIRLA HOUSE - EXTERIOR - DAY
Godse hesitates before approaching the two gardeners who
nonchalantly flank the entrance. He stiffens himself,
cautiously touches something under his khaki jacket, then
glances back at the stoic face of Prakash. Prakash's gaze is
as firm and unrelenting as a death's head. Godse turns back,
wetting his lips nervously, then moves into the middle of a
group going through the gate.
GARDEN - BIRLA HOUSE - EXTERIOR - TWILIGHT
A fairly numerous crowd is gathering here, informally filling
the area on one side of a walk that leads to a little pavilion --
some devout, some curious, some just eager to be near the
Godse moves forward through them toward the front just as
hushed voices begin to remark -- "I see him." "Here he comes!"
"Which one is Manu?"...
Apte and Karkare move to different sides of Godse, staying a
little behind, their movements sly and wary, aware of people