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“SHOGUN” © 2003. Okihei Enterprise, Ltd. All Rights Reserved. Tribute to Richard Chamberlain |
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| FIRST BRIDGE AT YEDO
Yoshinaka rides in the lead -- as the traveling party approaches the First Bridge. Blackthorne and Mariko ride slowly forward -- Blackthorne staring at the bridge. Then Blackthorne reins his horse in. Mariko stops her horse alongside -- the rest or the group continuing to pass. Mariko:"We must cross the bridge now, Anjin-san". Blackthorne:"And now it exists -- the First Bridge. Mariko:"We must go across". Blackthorne:"It is only a bridge. One of many". Mariko:"It is the First Bridge, Anjin-san - - and the last for us". Blackthorne:"Then let us cross it side by side and believe that we go hand in hand into a new beginning". Mariko:"We will each believe what we must -- but we cannot wait. Please". Blackthorne:"Side by side". |
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| Blackthorne stands in the large courtyard,
looking around as the horses are lead away. Servants are collecting the
baggage and carrying it into the castle. Blackthorne turns, then stops.
Mariko is standing with Buntaro. Mariko:"You will be shown to your quarters, Anjin-san. Lord Toranaga will see you this evening". Blackthorne:"Where are you going"? Mariko:"My Master wishes to see me at once.n Please excuse me". Blackthorne stands there for a moment, then he adjusts the sword in his sash and strides forward. |
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| Blackthorne has the dictionary open -- as
he writes slowly on a piece of paper. The Bhoji slides open and a Samurai
bows to him.
Samurai:"Anjin-san, shitsurei shimasu. |
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| Toranaga is sitting on the dias, Mariko on
a cushion facing him -- as Blackthorne enters and bows.
Blackthorne:"Konbanwa, Toranaga-sama". Mariko:"My Master asks that you sit down. My Master has ordered me to tell you that you will have your vassels in a day or two". Blackthorne:"When can I see my ship? And my crew"? Mariko:"My Master says you may see your crew tonight. He will decide about your ship later". |
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| Blackthorne:"Domo, Toranaga-sama. Would you
please ask Lord Toranaga if I might speak to him privately"?
Mariko:"Privately'? Blackthorne:"By myself". Mariko:"Why? What are you going to say"? Mariko hesitates then Anjin-san wa Tono ni nainai ni ohanashi ga shitai soodesu. Mariko bows, then she gets up and walks to the door. Toranga waits until the door has closed after her. Blackthorne pulls a folded paper from his kimono. Blackthorne slowly reads, finishes and looks up at Toranaga. |
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| But Toranaga just gestures, dismissing him - - then turns. |
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| There is a small statue of the Madonna and
Child in a small niche, Mariko kneeling in front of it -- the tears in
her eyes glistening in the light of the flickering oil lamp.
Mariko:"-- and I am frightened, Blessed Virgin, and I am betrayed. I know that suicide is a mortal sin, but what else can I do? To live with this shame --Mariko stops and turns -- as there is the sound of heavy footsteps. The shoji slides open and Buntaro is standing there. Buntaro's sword comes out of its scabbard and he raises it over her. Buntaro's arms are shaking with rage -- but instead of bringing the blade down on Mariko, he turns and slashes into the corner post. The sword cuts halfway through the foot-thick beam. Buntaro tries to pull it free, but the sword holds fast. Almost berserk with rage he twists it and fights it until the blade snaps. Furiously Buntaro hurls the broken hilt away -- as a quavering Servant appears in the open shoji with a tray of sake. Buntaro smashes the tray out of the Servant's hands -- and instantly the Servant falls to the floor, face to the ground. Buntaro turns back to Mariko, his eyes wild. Buntaro kicks the bowing Servant aside and rages out of the room. Mariko sits there calmly -- then she picks up her polished metal mirror and begins repairing her makeup. |
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| Blackthorne is walking down the narrow, maze-like street with an escort of ten Browu Samurai -- several of them carrying flares to light the way. They reach the corner and the Samurai officer gestures ahead. A large house dominates a nest of hovels -- lights burning dimly inside. Now the front door is thrown open and Vinck stumbles drunkenly out onto the veranda -- clutching at a post for support. |
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| Vinck:"Eh"?
Blackthorne moves across the garden toward the veranda -- as Vinck stares at him. Vinck:"Pilot? Is that you? For the love of God, Pilot, is it truly you? We gave you up for dead long ago. Lord Jesus, my prayers are answered. What happened to you. Where've you come from? But come. You'll tell us all. Lads. Look what Father Christmas brought us. The men all stare at Blackthorne -- too stunned to speak for a moment. Ginsel:"I thought you were one of them Samurai -" Blackthorne:"Yes, it's me all right". Vinck:"Come sit down, Pilot and tell us what's happened. Give the Pilot a chair and a drink, for God's sake. Blackthorne:"Where's the Captain-General? Spillbergen"? Ginsel:"He's dead, Pilot. He never came out of the pit. And Maetsukker, too". Croocq:"You haven't tried the grog, Pilot". Ginsel:"We make it ourselves. By the barrel, too. Rice and fruit and water and let it ferment -- then into the still we made. 'Course it'd be better to let it sit for a year or so to mellow, but we drink it as fast as we make it". Vinck:"Let the pilot talk". |
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| Roper:"We're not allowed weapons. Why do you
get to carry swords"?
Blackthorne:"You haven't changed, Jan Roper, have you? Who're they"? Listen -- have you seen the ship? Vinck:"Aye. She's in the harbor -- careened and scraped and clean as if she were built yesterday. The riggings perfect and the sails, Pilot -- you should see the sails". Roper:"Are we leaving, Pilot"? Blackthorne:"Aye, there is that chance". Ginsel:"Is there enemy shipping in these waters? Are there any prizes to be had"? Blackthorne:"The Jesuit's Black Ship. It is worth millions in gold". Croocq:"Three cheers for the Pilot"! Blackthorne walks away from the house, scratching
himself.
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