The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)

117.
OISHI
Rest now, my lord. You are
avenged.
As if in response, a wind soughs through the ancient trees,
bringing warmth. Peace. And --
SFX: THE SOUND OF HOOFBEATS. HORSES. LOTS OF THEM.
Oishi and the ronin turn to the staggering sight of SHOGUN
TOKUGAWA TSUNAYOSHI atop an WARHORSE of mythical proportions.
He is backed by the Shogun’s ARMORED CAVALRY -- two hundred
horses the size of tanks, encased in spiked and bladed steel.
There will be no escape from this place.
The Shogun’s pinch-faced ADJUTANT steps forward.
SHOGUN’S ADJUTANT
Oishi Kuranosuke!!
Oishi rises calmly and regards the man.
SHOGUN’S ADJUTANT
You and your men stand accused of
treason and the butchery of the
Shogun’s envoy and Master of
Protocol, Lord Kira Yoshinaka.
OISHI
It was not butchery, my Lord.
SHOGUN’S ADJUTANT
Is that not his head there!
OISHI
No... What lays atop that grave is
Justice.
SHOGUN’S ADJUTANT
He was your superior!
OISHI
He was corrupt.
(beat)
My men and I followed the Code of
bushido and honored our master by
avenging Lord Kira’s treachery.
The Code demanded it. Justice
demanded it. We could do nothing
else.
A murmur rolls through the crowd. Agreement. The Adjutant
senses the support of the crowd. Doesn’t like it.