Kodambakkam, the place where filmy dreams are made and broken, Arun, a. 28 year old boy with a script enters with the dream of making it big.

TITLE :- RADHEEEE !

INT. AKV STUDIOS - MORNING

Arun is sitting inside the cabin with producer Bharat Pandyan and narrating his stories.

Arun (with his script in his hand)
"Sir, so now Radha knows Krishna has to leave for the war and her friends are singing the song.."

Arun sings the song

"O dear Radha,
There comes this sunset
Eating your dreams and bringing you tears
You are waiting for the love who has long gone to war,
No one has seen him, No one knows where he is...
Maybe it's time for you to move on as well..."

Bharat Pandyan
"Wait wait..... You really think a love story will workin these times ? "

Bharat Pandyan cont'd
"We want massy stuff man. Guns, bullets, bombs, item dance....stuff these in your script."

Arun
"Sir... it's a small village story."

Bharat Pandyan
"Your story might take you to Cannes but, cash ?  Neh !"

Arun
"Even you made these famous cult classic village movies."

Bharat Pandyan nods.

Bharat Pandyan
"It was during the 90's. But today it's 2024, people want that 'wow' factor in a movie or else they'll wait for Ott."

Bharat Pandyan cont'd
"See kid, you have a good narrative style and you write good. This script, is not something I would like to produce...but, if you can come up with some massy stuff, I would definitely like to produce."

Arun nods. He grabs his script and walks out of the studio.

EXT. AKV STUDIOS - RAINING

As Arun stepped out of the studio, it started raining cats and dogs. As the first drop of rain water fell on Arun, he looked at his script he was holding.

He throws the script on the sidewalk and walks away.

FEW DAYS LATER

INT. Arun's apartment - NIGHT

Arun couldn't get out of the rejection he faced in the AKV studio. He has grown beard and  is bedroom looks like a mess. The walls which once was used as a story board only has stains left on them. There is huge pile of crumbled paper lying on the floor.

Arun is sitting on his bed with his laptop. He is scrolling through his Instagram while using his laptop.

He looks at the posts of his friends, everyone having achieved one thing or the other and living a successful life. Arun feels of himself as a looser.

Arun shuts his phone and throws it over the pillow.
He uses a VPN and logs in into the dark web- the dark side of the internet where all the nasty things happen.

Arun opens a page similar to the layout of the Amazon shopping site and searches for hired killers. He finds Albert Rodriguez, a native of Kodambakkam who is a contract killer. Arun pays 15000rs through his credit card and makes a order.

As soon as the order was placed, he receives a mail, an auto generated mail.

'Hey Arun,

Thanks for your order.

This is an automated mail sent on behalf of Albert Rodriguez. You have made 50% of the payment sir the second step is the click the link in the file attached with this mail and upload the photo and address of the person whom you want to be killed.

Thanks and Regards,
Albert Rodriguez '

Arun opens the attachment and click on the link. He uploads his own photo and address. Arun switches the laptop off and leans back to rest.

FEW DAYS LATER

INT. ARUN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Police siren wailing in distant.

Someone knock at the door but the sound gets absorbed by the loud thunders.

Door knocks again.

Arun walks towards the door in his pyjamas. He is looking a lot messier that before. He opens the door.