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

40.
As Oishi enters the marketplace, people begin to point. To
whisper. Every mouth forming the despised word:
Ronin.
As he passes, villagers turn away, refusing to acknowledge
his now pathetic existence. The murmuring increases, until
someone shoves him from behind, knocking him into the dust.
Oishi turns skittishly to see a group of three VENDORS
looming over him. Men he once knew. Men who respected him.
BURLY VENDOR
Cowardly scum! You don’t belong
here!
The man SPITS on him. Another KICKS him while he’s down.
The mob closes in, blows starting to really rain down when --
A HAND reaches in and clutches the collar of Oishi’s robe,
yanking him to his feet. It’s --
CHIKARA
Oishi’s son turns on the crowd, wooden bokken in hand, and
the crowd backs a step from his burning gaze.
As the boy takes his father’s hand, Oishi looks at his son --
only one year older, but the eyes staring back at him are a
man’s eyes.
Unlike his own.
As the boy leads his father away from the jeering mob, RACK
FOCUS to Kira’s SPY, watching from a distance, satisfied that
Oishi is harmless...
EXT. SHANTY VILLAGE - DAY
Chikara leads Oishi to tinry rundown shack in the poorest
section of the village.
Oishi’s wife is on her knees out front, digging burdock root
from the tiny garden. Clearly times have been tough.
Oishi look at Chikara.
CHIKARA
When they took you away, they took
away everything.
As Oishi takes this in, Hisae looks up and sees them.
Oishi...
HISAE