At a conference table on set. A young scruffy looking man stands before a chair that shouts Director. He is speaking to a table of 25 30 people in a range of clothes from mechanic to finance guy to freaky musician lady to sexy intern. Some take notes, most are paying attention at least when spoken to or mentioned. Everyone but the director is seated.

Isaac is running fast and steady. From where Jose is standing you can see only his head floating in peacefully from the left and passing over the undulations of the wall all the way to the right. Thats the first shot - wide angle lens on a still camera, Isaacs shirt collar in Ujala white, some musty old houses and the wall. Here Isaacs expression is important. And son, youve got it spot on. I cant believe we found someone like you! Every morning since weve met your face someones been calling casting and congratulating them on the job theyve done this time. Anyone else and Id never be able give the fucker context of the scene till, bastardll need to do that Feng-Shui Chinese shit for three hours before he could do the take, you know what Im talking about. Youre the shit man, youve got this. Isaacs beautiful face, that typical neutral perfectly unpsychable expression will be lit by the spot light from the top left of frame number two that will be taken by a lovely camerawoman and sister of cameraman number one, the camera number two of Madame Josekutty. Here we see the rest of Isaac, wearing a pristine white sleeveless undershirt, banayan we used to call in as kids, that banayan and one sexy jang acid tripping Kattangal lungi in glossy purple with gold, orange and electric green flower patterns. The light is strong and casts a crisp shadow onto the exposed brick wall. Its late in the night in orange light somewhere in Old Calicut.