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

90.
CHIEF MONK (CONT'D)
The cheapest sort.
(turns back to Oishi)
Is this insult all you bring your
liege lord?
OISHI
No, there is more...but I fear your
master will enjoy it even less.
The Chief Monk begins to grow suspicious.
CHIEF MONK
Who are you? State your name!
OISHI
With pleasure.
Oishi turns to the screen, eyes steely.
OISHI (CONT'D)
My name is Oishi Kuranosuke --
(the silhouette reacts)
-- and the tribute I bring is the
vengeance of Lord Asano Naganori.
Realizing the danger the warrior monk goes for a weapon, but
in one swift move Oishi draws a sword concealed within the
bolt of silk -- so sharp that it SLICES through the thousand
layers of fabric as it is drawn out -- and SMASHES the monk
in the head with the steel butt of the blade.
The Chief Monk DROPS like rag doll.
Faster than anyone can react, Oishi slices through veiled
screen -- SCHRRIIIP! -- and is about to hack Kira down when--
Oishi STOPS DEAD.
The man cowering before him is not Kira...but an effeminate
AIDE acting as his double. And as the implications of this
sink in--
SFX: THE DISTINCTIVE CLICKS OF TWO DOZEN MUSKET SEAR LOCKS
BEING COCKED ECHOES AROUND THE ROOM.
Oishi looks up to see Kira RIFLE AND BOWMEN ringing the
balcony above, all with their weapons trained on him. And
below, every one of the warrior monks holds an exotic weapon
in hand -- WHIP CHAINS, TIGER HOOKS, IRON FANS.
The room goes deathly still, everyone holding their breath.
In the silence that follows, only one sound can be heard.
LAUGHTER. Oishi turns to see the Chief Monk, laughing
through blood-stained teeth.