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

60.
The moment turns quiet. Despairing.
Nearby, Sujo’s FALCON ruffles its feathers, sending a snow of
downy underfeathers to the temple floor.
Oishi steps forward.
OISHI
What good are we now?
Oishi extends his arm and takes the bird from Sujo. Removes
its hood.
OISHI
Look at this falcon. Powerful.
Proud. Utterly without fear. His
skill at flying makes him the
unmatched hunter in the sky.
(beat)
Yet despite the thousands of
feathers that cover the falcon’s
body...only twenty give it flight.
Oishi swings his arm, casting the falcon into the air where
it BEATS THE AIR POWERFULLY with its wings, SOARING back to
Sujo. It settles on his wrist with a proud, noble shriek.
There’s real power in the moment. Each man stares at the
bird...then turns back to Oishi, who meets every one of their
eyes.
OISHI
You are the ones that came back.
You are the strongest, most loyal
samurai of the Asano clan. Will
you fight with me?
There is a beat as every man searches his soul, the decision
hanging in the balance until --
VOICE (OS)
I will fight.
Everyone turns to see MINORU stride into the chamber. His
time in the mercenary company has hardened him. Honed him.
He is a serious warrior now.
The campaigneer meets the gaze of every man in the room,
challenging.
MINORU
I may not be samurai, but I owe
everything that I am to Lord
Asano...and I’m willing to give my
life if I can help you avenge his
death.