Greatest Lost Band of the 1960s_
EXT. MORNING. BATHING GHATS. HRISIKESH BABA
Old Hrisikesh stands up and holding his trident he begs the rioters to
stop killing. Suddenly a certain shot is fired into the crowd;
(all sound stops except echo blast)
Coming-spinning in slow motion toward him.
EXT. MORNING. BATHING GHATS. BABA SIDE POV
...something hot rips through his neck
The force of the bullet knocks the old Baba off the bathing ghat into
the river current.
HRISIKESH BABA V.O.:
(Sub. What? Am I dead?)