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

48.
Now TRACK WITH OISHI as he is led across the synthetic
island. Though a CLAUSTROPHOBIC MAZE of cargo crates and
livestock. Past laborers struggling to unload the two Dutch
East-India MERCHANT SHIPS moored there: the 18 sail
“Dolphijn” and the enormous “Rotterdam”.
POV - OISHI: scanning each worker’s face as he passes,
searching for signs of his men. All the laborers are
Japanese, clad in the cornflower blue coats of the Dutch, and
to a man, they are gaunt, dejected, STRUNG OUT.
As they pass the open door of a warehouse, Oishi sees why.
The interior of one structure has been converted into an
OPIUM DEN. Inside, scores of Japanese workmen lay in a
stupor, inhaling their pay. They are slaves kept not in
chains of steel, but wisps of opium smoke.
Oishi notes HANJO and several other men are among them.
Reaching the office, Oishi is motioned to wait as his guide
disappears inside. A moment later, he reappears.
GUIDE
The Kapitan will see you.
INT. DEJIMA - KAPITAN’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
The room is dark and filled with the blue-gray haze of
tobacco smoke. Oishi nearly thinks he’s alone...until the
bowl of a pipe GLOWS CHERRY RED as someone in the shadows
takes a long draw.
We can almost make out the man’s features --huge and unreal--
but then the dark closes in once again.
KAPITAN
You look as though you have
travelled far.
The voice is harsh and startling as an anchor chain clanking.
The man fills two sake cups and pushes one forward.
KAPITAN
Here... Slake your thirst.
Oishi sips. The Kapitan downs his.
KAPITAN
So..you have come for work?
OISHI
I have come to collect my men.