Air roll spin (My fave move)

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1. Interior

A young man lies on a floor. He is trying to sleep but keeps shivering and tossing from side to side.

The room is sparse; there is a bed, an old table, a dilapidated cupboard and a mirror.

An old clock on the wall shows that it is afternoon.

Finally, the young man gets up. With great difficulty, he puts on a ragged T-shirt and goes out.

2. Exterior

It is afternoon and some people are seen walking on Ameenee Magu.

The young man, who has dark circles below his eyes and is scrawny, fidgets in front of his home, darting his eyes here and there.

Two Bangladeshi expatriate laborers pass by him.

The young man picks up a street brick and hurls it at the two. The brick hits one of the Bangladeshi men’s head from the back, and he yelps and falls onto the pavement.

His companion cries out for help but passersby pass, indifferent to the cries of the injured man.

The young man comes over quickly, takes out a box cutter and threatens the two Bangladeshis.

He puts his hand into the back pocket of the fallen man and takes out a wallet and mobile phone.

He then runs away.

The Bangladeshi man’s companion keeps on crying out for help, in an unintelligible language, but passersby pass, now keeping a visibly safe distance from the two.

3. Exterior

Outside a café, a group of heroin addicts hang out.

The young man comes over to them, and hands over a Rf100 note to one of the young men hanging out there, who hands him over a packet containing a brownish powder.

The young man takes it and at a fast pace walks away.

4. Interior

The young man is in his room again.

He sits on the floor with a piece of cotton onto which he squeezes a lime and mixes the juice with the brownish substance that he pours out from the plastic packet he bought earlier. He then pours the juice into a syringe.

He takes a T-shirt, ties it tightly around his triceps.

He rolls up his sleeve and his arm looks like a long leaf with stark purple-colored nerves running up and down.

He identifies a main vein and injects the syringe.

He draws out some blood which gets mixed with the juice inside the syringe. He then re-injects the blood into his arm.

A sigh escapes his mouth and his face is visible with pleasure.

He starts to doze off and slowly, he falls face down onto the floor.

4. Interior

The clock in the room shows that it is sometime after sunset.

An old buruga-clad woman enters the room, and goes over to the young man.

She touches the young man’s shoulders and says:

Dharifulha…

The young man does not respond. She lifts his shoulders and the syringe falls onto the floor from his hands.

She gasps. Her face registers sadness, and she starts hyperventilating in a panic.

END.

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