LOCATION: A flooded Mumbai road underpass on a monsoon night, brown floodwater swallowing the road beneath an aging concrete flyover, half-submerged cars drifting, an overturned animal-transport truck

LOCATION: A flooded Mumbai road underpass on a monsoon night, brown floodwater swallowing the road beneath an aging concrete flyover, half-submerged cars drifting, an overturned animal-transport truck with its steel cage door sprung open against the tunnel wall. Shot 1 — Beside the burst truck cage, a giant crocodile death-rolls a traffic policeman in soaked khaki through the muddy water, his helmet spinning away, spray exploding orange under the streetlights; the sprung cage door swings in frame behind them, showing where it came from. Bullet-time orbit around the roll, droplets hanging in the air. Shot 2 — The croc sinks until only its eyes ride the waterline, drifts, then erupts at people clinging to the roof of a stranded double-decker bus, jaws clapping on the railing a hand’s width from a dangling leg. Low waterline shot skimming the surface, snapping into the strike. Shot 3 — Survivors leap from the bus toward a concrete stairway up to street level as the croc smashes through the floating cars behind them; the floodwater is visibly higher now, swallowing the lower steps. Ground-tracking across the bobbing cars, speed-ramped on a missed jump. Shot 4 — The croc slams a flyover support pillar in its thrashing; the monsoon-weakened concrete cracks, rebar shrieking, dust sifting into the flood as the whole span above groans. Dutch-angle low on the splitting pillar, water sheeting past. Shot 5 — The flyover slab lets go and crashes into the underpass in a wall of spray; survivors on the stairway watch the croc vanish under tonnes of concrete, its tail lashing once through the surface before the floodwater closes flat over it. The thing it brought down became the thing that killed it. Slow bird’s-eye pull-up over the settling water.