The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)
The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)
The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)
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57.<br />
-- A DRUNKARD in a bar gulps down h<strong>is</strong> sake...only to find<br />
Asano’s CREST at the bottom of h<strong>is</strong> glass. He turns to look<br />
and finds OKUDA beside him...<br />
-- A BEGGAR squats at a bridge calling for alms when Asano’s<br />
CREST clinks into h<strong>is</strong> donation blanket. He touches it and<br />
looks up...to see ISOGAI before him...<br />
-- LABORERS straining to lift giant stones against a slope<br />
for the foundation of a castle when BASHO appears. Three<br />
familiar faces instantly drop what they’re doing and move to<br />
him. ..<br />
-- In China, HANJO speaks to a Mercenary Officer, who ties<br />
O<strong>is</strong>hi’s scroll onto the leg of a hawk and urges the bird<br />
skyward...<br />
-- A MONK <strong>is</strong> in meditation outside h<strong>is</strong> temple. When he<br />
opens h<strong>is</strong> eyes, he <strong>is</strong> surpr<strong>is</strong>ed to see ASANO’S CREST before<br />
him.<br />
-- In a sapling forest, a group of BRIGANDS spring from<br />
concealment to rob a traveller...only to find the traveller<br />
<strong>is</strong> HAZAMA bearing Asano’s CREST. <strong>The</strong> Brigand Chief, one of<br />
Asano’s principal retainers, kneels and weeps at Hazama’s<br />
feet.<br />
-- In a rice paddy, a FARMER and h<strong>is</strong> WIFE are harvesting<br />
knee-deep in muck when a shadow falls over them. It’s O<strong>is</strong>hi.<br />
AERIAL SHOT - SKIMMING ABOVE CHINA<br />
We’re on a v<strong>is</strong>ual rollercoaster ride FOLLOWING the falcon as<br />
it navigates the wild air currents over Mongol China. We<br />
wheel through the sail rigging of junks on the river, then<br />
barely skim over the top of the Great Wall --<br />
-- to REVEAL a MASSIVE DUST CLOUD where an EPIC BATTLE <strong>is</strong><br />
underway.<br />
In no time, we fly into it. ARROWS fly past like a steeltipped<br />
rainstorm.<br />
<strong>The</strong> falcon doesn’t care, dipping down into the carnage where<br />
we see a company of MERCENARIES battling against the MONGOL<br />
HORDES.<br />
We fly just overhead, the machinery of war turning men into<br />
mincemeat, until the falcon spots what it’s looking for: the<br />
STANDARD of the merc company.<br />
Dodging crazily through sword swipes and speartips, the<br />
falcon makes it to the STANDARD BEARER and lands on h<strong>is</strong><br />
shoulder.