EXT. JAIPUR AIRPORT. MORNING

We show Jaipur airport. SAHIL, 28 years old, tall, fair, wearing a jacket, light colored shirt and khakis, comes out of the terminal. He is carrying a trolley bag. A taxi is waiting outside. He refers the chit in his hand and compares it with the number plate. He climbs inside the cab and hands over the chit to the driver. He sets the trolley on the front seat and keeps the two magazines - TIME and a MEDICAL journal on the back seat close to him.

SAHIL
(Addressing the driver)
Jaipur International Hotel

DRIVER
Ji, Sahab.

Sahil picks up the medical journal and starts reading while the driver shifts the gear and moves out of the airport.

EXT. JAIPUR AIRPORT. MORNING

A little later, SIMRAN, 26 years old, beautiful, jovial and full of life walks out of the terminal. There are other travellers also. Some are Indians and some foreigners. She looks up at the sky and then at the armed guard standing close to the exit. She smiles at him.

SIMRAN
Hi! Nice day.

The guard just stares at her.

SIMRAN (CONT’D)

Aaj bada suhana din hai...

The guard smiles at her. She too compares the note in her hand with a taxi’s number plate standing outside. She is unhappy with the condition. She walks towards it and opens the door. The seat is torn and there is a stinking smell emanating. She pinches her nose and rushes back towards the armed guard. The driver of the taxi sensing trouble gets out and follows her.

SIMRAN
(Addressing the armed cop)
Kya yeh gun chalti hai?

ARMED COP
Kya?

SIMRAN
Maine poocha kya yeh gun loaded hai?

ARMED COP
Haan Memsaab.

SIMRAN
Theek hai. Toh aap ek kaam karo. Is driver ko shoot karo.

The driver is sweating profusely. He looks at Simran pleadingly.

DRIVER #2
Par huaa kya, Madam?

SIMRAN
(Pointing towards the taxi)
Tum isse taxi kehete ho. Arre yeh toh chalti phirti radi ki dukan hai. Tumhein is cheez ko road par chalane ka license kisne diya.

DRIVER #2
Madam, meri taxi dikhne mein itni khaas nahi par chalne mein....

SIMRAN
(Once again addressing the armed cop)
Mein kuch sunana nahi chahati. Aap bus isko shoot karo. Na yeh rahega naa iski yeh khatara gaadi.

In the meantime an airport official comes out. The other taxi drivers also join in the tamasha.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL
(Addressing the armed cop)
Kya Huaa? Kya problem hai?

ARMED COP
Madam hamein is driver ko shoot karne ko bol rahi hai.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL
(Looking at Simran)
Madam, is it true. Kya yeh sach hai?

SIMRAN
Haan.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL
Par baat kya hai? Aap itna gussa kyun hain.

ARMED COP
(Smiling)
Madam ko gaadi pasand nahi.

SIMRAN
Haso mat, warna aapko hi shoot kar doongi.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL
Madam just relax. We will arrange another cab for you.

The airport official talks to one of the drivers that is standing in the crowd.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL (CONT’D)
(Turning back and facing Simran)
Madam, aap iski gaadi mein chale jaayeea.

SIMRAN
Nahi, pehle mujhe is ki gaadi check karni hai.

Simran, the airport official and the driver saunter towards another taxi. Simran approves it. The driver picks up the bag and pushes it in the boot. He is about to touch her handbag but Simran stops him.

SIMRAN
Isko haath bhi nahi lagana.

The poor driver is worried. He thinks his passenger is definitely a mental case.

AIRPORT OFFICIAL
I hope you are happy now.

Simran nods her head. She enters the taxi. She too drives away into the city.