Searching

Genuflections and vows, consecrate the nuclear family.
The oak tree dove is dispelled, by the paternal malady.
His blissful innocence, mesmerized by the silver screen;
Falling into the slumbered cacophony, of a dark dream.
With maternal affection, she nestles the quilt over him;
Mournfully looks, to the empty oak tree limb.

He fidgets awkwardly, under the prestigious gable.
On the wane of years gone idly by,
The penultimate act, closes to jeers and a cry.
A blossoming Disa upon the rocky Table;
Welcomes the festal flare toward the sunset;
Bathing his summiting silhouette;
Akin the Phoenix fable.

Their iridescent lives permeate the pristine shores,
Gradually grouted, from urban crimson wars.
Amid the break-beats of the subliminal hiss,
Regretful tears transcend their heavenly kiss,
Spawned under the sensual spell of fool’s gold;
Within Lucifer’s Lair, beckoning, until eventually sold.

Continued lines are learned without frills,
In his art, the lie that reveals a truth.
A stalwart soul, steers between tantalizing tendrils;
Through the haze, appearing nervously noxious.
His benevolent heart, becoming impervious;
To the malaise, of the collective unconscious.

Note: "Disa" is an orchid found in the Western Cape of South Africa
          "Table" Mountain is from Cape Town, South Africa

First Stanza:
My mom and dad were married in a Catholic church.The first animal I rescued as an 8 year old ,was a dove with an injured wing. It recovered and flew out into the oak tree next to our flat. I loved TV and movies, it comforted me and kept me entertained, while dad was going through his depression. One night at age 9, mom unexpectedly woke me and she took me, my quilted blanket and some packed things out to the car, and she started driving...to another city.

Second Stanza:
I was in a new prestigious school, the best of all boys schools. I was different and an only child, so shy and quiet. My last name was not English or Afrikaans, which caught the attention of most of the other boys. It's a natural thing to find at a young age, to be teased and sometimes bullied. However, I certainly had no thoughts of donning a black trench coat, and wielding a fully automatic weapon into the classroom and blowing the f@#$ers away. The penultimate act, was my life of being a nobody and it was time to move to the final act. Respect is earned. Law of nature, survival of the fittest. By fit, it meant sports. I took up boxing,and all the popular sports. I learned to come back from defeat, and persevere at finding what skills suited my body frame and size, for I was not a big chap. One has to embrace loss, in order to build character, train harder, smarter. I rose up the beautiful slopes of Cape Town's hills on my training runs, and transformed my puney body, to achieve the friends, accolades and respect I wanted.

Third Stanza:
After high school, amidst college and my successful sports career, came a deluge of popularity amongst us roaring twenty somethings. We lived in the best quality of life a beach town like Durban could offer. I was among a strong, dangerous click of nightclub bouncers who were top fighters, powerlifters. We worked and played in the best nightclubs, while reaping the rewards of our talents. Unbeknownst to us, the rewards that started out as fun, turned out to be the cause of urban warfare and blood spilled, that tarnished our pristine beach town. The first time influx of designer drugs that trickled over from the West and North, had a profound and sometimes tragic effect on us all, over the last half of the 90s. Hearts and minds were broken, as the beautiful boys and girls of our group fell in love under the influence of Ecstacy (fools gold) and the powerful Trance dance music they danced to. Some of this music was laced with subliminal layers of repetitive phrases, that were wicked and not of God. This illusive belief that they were in love, was the spell they fell under to lure them to want more of the drug.

Fourth Stanza:
My time to leave my once innocent perfect beach town was here. I wanted to be an actor, or thought I did, until I arrived in LA, and saw the truth. The continued hustling, trying to get in the door, was another promise of lies and unwell people. I realized, I wanted it for the wrong reasons...the same reasons as the masses come here for: fame and fortune. I also awoke to the fact that, fame and fortune does not a true artist make. I continue to live my dream of having made it this far, and creating how and when I want to, without the meaningless demands and pressure to produce by the public and film industry.

Veld Fever

This is some retribution against poachers and whomever, who have the heartlessness to kill this beautiful creature for whatever reason.

Primordial incandescence, embraces the selected litter.
Black tears awaken, with a faint flitter.
The Killer King glides, over the thirsty glade.
A wake of tracks, as sharp as a bloody blade.

An appetizing breeze, spurs his swift stride,
With glistening spots, disguised to eyes open wide.
A drop of anticipation, spatters on silent steel;
Within the upside-down shadow, to seal the deal.

The savanna sky bursts, with feathered life;
From the deadly crack, quelling the quarry’s strife.
Lifeless beauty, adorns the screaming mahogany,
As chanting flames devour, with painful irony.

NOTE: “Veld” is the Afrikaans word for open field, in Southern Africa; indigenous to the endangered Cheetah

Behind The Moon

Dedicated to the fallen men and women astronauts, from the Space Shuttle Challenger and Columbia tragedies:

The exponential thrust, encapsulates me,
While I murmur, a farewell litany.
I’m paralyzed, by the invisible weight,
Barely, remaining in my conscious state.
Loving thoughts, keep her nostalgically near,
As I breach, the unifying atmosphere.

A sudden sensation of blinding heat,
Engulfs me, in my vaporizing seat.
Eternally grateful, for the painless tragedy,
I no longer exist, with perplexed finality.
My senses, permeate the infinite ether,
Whilst my three pound universe, continues to teeter.

Passing the lunar side, as dark as night,
Something whispers: ” Everything will be alright”.
Unimaginable answers, begin their euphoric rush,
To indelible questions, hitherto remained hush.
The divine kaleidoscope of pre-design, so sublime,
Reveals itself, through warped space and time.

Like celestial heartbeats, the pulsating spectral stars,
Embellish enigmatic life, upon the face of Mars.
God, does not roll the proverbial dice,
The multi-dimensional string, cannot appear as a slice.
What did come before the clock struck zero, or noon?
The theory of everything, lies behind the moon.

Synopsis - "JOURNEY INTO THE THIRD EYE"

Set in the early nineteen-hundreds, in the mystical city of Lhasa, Tibet. Twelve-year-old Sunji Anwar comes from an affluent family, with a mother constantly keeping up appearances and a pedantic father. An Astrological Ceremony is arranged for Sunji by his father, to determine the path of his future. The outcome, sees Sunji leaving his home with a broken heart; to fulfill his destiny in a prestigious medical monastery. With failure not an option, Sunji conquers the enduring tests, before he can enter. He is assigned to a Guide, the Lama Bashir Pintok. Lama Bashir presents Sunji with the choice, of fulfilling a destiny for his Family Name, or evolving metaphysically for his own spirit. Sunji chooses, to undergo the painful operation of opening The Third Eye - induced clairvoyance. Several years later, an expedition takes Sunji and Lama Bashir high into the Tibetan mountains, where an unbelievable part of the world exists. Upon returning, they are summoned by the Dalai Lama - to make use of The Third Eye. They discover the horrifying truth, behind a visiting British Delegation. A decision made by Sunji, prevents the Holy City of Lhasa from suffering tragic consequences. After Eighteen-year-old Sunji obtains his Medical Lama degree, he must once again leave, his beloved Lhasa; and venture alone into the world, to realize his spiritual purpose.

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FADE IN: INT. HENDERSON'S RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM (1949) - DAY ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (in an East Indian accent) In the East, it is commonly acknowledged that the spirit can take possession of any other body...There have also been frequent cases in the Western world to prove this... SUPERIMPOSE: ENGLAND, 1949. PAN ACROSS the 1940s DECOR. When the MANTELPIECE comes into view, HOLD and PUSH IN on the HENDERSON'S WEDDING PICTURE until GROOM FILLS FRAME. The Henderson's are an average looking couple in their twenties. ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (continuing) For Walter Henderson, memories of life as an Englishman were fading. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. HIMALAYAS - DAY Follow a steady aerial sweep of the mountain range to the East. Several snowcapped peaks and glacial valleys pass by. ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (continuing) Two years had passed, until eventually, the English teacher had mysteriously lost all memory of the life before...He had instead, the full memory of a Tibetan from childhood, onwards... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. LHASA, TIBET - DAY (SUMMER, 1915) See an aerial view of a fertile valley, with stony roads and paths connecting the inner life of the city to the outer fields. SUPERIMPOSE: HOLY CITY OF LHASA, TIBET, 1915

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EXT. ANWAR FAMILY RESIDENCE - DAY - EST INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY SUNJI is a precocious twelve-year-old boy, heir to the family. He is peering at a group of six Tibetan NOBLES, mounted on their horses. They have backed up near the store room window. They await the appearance of the family patriarch. SUNJI'S POV - NOBLE #1 Noble #1 is wearing a stout leather waistbelt; and has his back positioned within armsreach of Sunji. BACK TO SCENE Sunji leans out of the window unnoticed. His small hands work deftly, as he passes a thin rope through the waistbelt, while Noble #1 fiddles with his equipment. INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY Sunji pulls himself back into the store room. Then loops the two ends of the rope over a hook inside the window. EXT. MAIN HOUSE - DAY Sunji's FATHER walks out from the main entrance. He faces the Noblemen across the courtyard. He is in his fourties and a stern man. He is one of the leading men in the Tibetan Government. He acknowledges the Noblemen with a nod. EXT. COURTYARD - DAY They respond by surging forward on their horses. INSERT - WAISTBELT The rope that was passed through the belt, is pulled taut by the forward surge of Noble #1's horse. BACK TO SCENE SERIES OF SHOTS Noble #1 is pulled back by the taut rope. His horse continues forward alone, as he falls to the ground

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He lies on his back in helpless bewilderment END SERIES OF SHOTS NOBLE #1 (shrieking with arms flailing) The Demons of Chang Tang are gripping me! INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY Noble #1's belt has snapped off. In the confusion, Sunji pulls the rope away undetected and slips back into the shadows of the store room. EXT. MAIN HOUSE - DAY Father stands on the porch, looking nonchalantly at the spectacle. FATHER (sarcastically) Well Ne-tuk, with your horsemanship today, we would certainly have prevailed against the Red Barbarians! B.g. STIFLED LAUGHTER is heard from the other Nobles. FATHER (continuing) In the meantime, let us proceed to the State Oracle. The Astrologers will not be be very forthcoming, if we keep them waiting!

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The Astrological Procession takes place that night. Sunji is given the announcement of his future, by two very old Astrologers in the traditionl ceremony, before a large audience of Tibet's most affluent guests. After the ceremony and everyone has left, Sunji is completing the remainder of the family tradition with his Father. INT. STUDY - NIGHT FATHER (knits his eyebrows in sterness) Because of the Law, to the high-born shall be shown austerity, while to the low shall be shown compassion. (pauses) Sunji remains respectivelly quiet, only moving slightly to retain his austere posture. FATHER (continuing) My son, you think I am hard and uncaring, but I care only for the Name of the family. (assertively) I say to you: if you fail in this test for entry, do not return here. You will be as a stranger to this household. He motions for Sunji to leave the room. The young boy solemnly obeys his father's wish. INT. HALLWAY - FOLLOWING Sunji disconcertingly makes his way passed the open window. Now, only the FLAP-FLAP of PRAYER-FLAGS slapping against wooden poles is heard. The FLUTTERING of a NIGHT BIRD on the window-sill, makes an appearance. Sunji approaches

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another room. Judging from the closed door and sombre silence, his mother has already gone to bed. INT. SUNJI'S BEDROOM - NIGHT He is lying on his bed of cushions, with his weary eyes fixed on the ceiling. He contemplates the words of the astrologer and his father. Then gently turns to face the pre-dawn breeze, flowing through the open window. He closes his eyes. Moonlight sweeps over him, capturing a translucent trail of tears rolling down his cheek. INT. SINJI'S BEDROOM - DAWN He is awakened by a SERVANT and given tsampa - cooked barley and wheat - and butter-tea. The resonant, LOW DRONE of HORNS cuts the silence, to begin another day. The Servant leaves and moments later, GINJU, the family guardian bustles in. GINJU (jovially) Well boy, our ways part. Thank goodness for that, now I can return to my horses. He leans on the window-sill, gazing out at the aftermath of the ceremony. Sunji slips into a simple brown chuba-robe. Then dons his favourite felt boots. Ginju turns to face him. Then hoists him up by the arms, as if he were one of the pampered house-cats. He seats him on top of a shelf, so that they are almost eye-level. GINJU (quietly) You must acquit yourself well; remember all that I have taught you. He mechanically sets the boy back on the ground. Without saying another word, he leaves the room. EXT. ANWAR RESIDENCE - MORNING Sunji leaves the empty courtyard, and pushes the heavy wooden gate closed again. Then sets forth along the lonely path.

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The melancholic Sunji makes the day long trip to the Chakpori Lamasery. After many hours of waiting outside the sacred doors, the intimidating Master of Acolytes, eventually sees Sunji. He instructs Sunji to continue to sit outside, in the meditative position, until further notice. Two gruelling days pass, without any sight of the Master of Acolytes. EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - DAY Sunji is slouching in his attitude of contemplation. The dry wind has blown little mounds of sand in the cups of his upturned hands. Sand has collected in the folds of his robe. A group of shaven-headed YOUNG MONKS curiously wander by. They make derogatory remarks in Tibetan and kick showers of sand and pebbles at him. EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - DUSK Sunji remains on the verge of collapse. He adjusts himself to relieve the pressure from the stabbing stony ground. He relinquishes himself from a moment of utter despair. Then takes a deep breath and lowers his head dejectedly. EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - MOMENTS LATER He sits motionless, raising his head up to the lamasery. His eyes are half closed, staring without seeing. SUNJI'S POV - LAMASERY DOORS Dehydration and fatigue obscures Sunji's perception; making the Master of Acolytes seem like an apparition, permeating through the blackness of the doors. Distant words are coming from his mouth; but Sunji is unable to make immediate sense of them. BACK TO SCENE MASTER OF ACOLYTES (shouting) Boy, come here! Sunji gets up awkwardly, from sitting for so long. Then enters the Lamasery as quickly as he can.

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INT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - MORNING The exhausted Sunji is found sleeping on the hard stoney floor, behind a large pillar. Master of Acolytes gives him one more chance to prove himself. MASTER OF ACOLYTES Let us see if the son of a prince can redeem himself, by defeating the son of a yak-driver! Sunji steps calmly into the clearance made by the Young Monks, who had abruptly woken him up. NANGSANG is the biggest in the group. SUNJI'S POV - NANGSANG He is strutting toward Sunji, and grows taller and broader with each step. His chubby face turns into a sinister scowl; with crooked teeth clenched in a sardonic smile. REVERSE ANGLE - SUNJI Prepares himself mentally for the adversary before him. BACK TO SCENE Nangsang rushes toward Sunji with one fist raised to strike. The space is too confined for him to avoid Nangsang's onslaught. SERIES OF SHOTS Nangsang unleashes his fist at Sunji's face Sunji pivots himself away from Nangsang Sunji clasps Nangsang's extended, fisted arm with both hands

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Sunji uses Nangsang's momentum to pull him in a half-circle Sunji lets go of Nangsang Nangsang slams face-first into the stone pillar END SERIES OF SHOTS In the b.g. a LOW SIGH is heard from the Young Monks. Nangsang turns around quickly to steady himself. His face is red with fury; as blood trickles from his broken nose. He cautiously closes in, with his arms ready to grab and strike at Sunji. SERIES OF SHOTS Nangsang rushes at Sunji Sunji remains in a ready position Nangsang reaches for Sunji's throat Sunji simultaneously ducks and steps to the side of Nangsang's reach Sunji throws a short punch, striking the nerve-centre at Nangsang's reaching elbow END SERIES OF SHOTS Nangsang YELPS in pain; as his arm drops numbly to his side. He awkwardly stalks Sunji; with his arm bouncing against his body. Sunji retreats in a circular path as he draws Nangsang closer SERIES OF SHOTS Nangsang suddenly throws a roundhouse kick at Sunji's head Sunji ducks under the kick He throws an upper-cut, striking the nerve-centre on the inside of Nangsang's extended knee-joint END SERIES OF SHOTS Nangsang falls to the ground; hugging his numb leg with his free arm.

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The intrigued Master of Acolytes walks around the quiet audience of Young Monks and the GROANING Nangsang. He walks Sunji out of ear-shot from the others. MASTER OF ACOLYTES Come, I am going to take you to the upper level. An unusual honour, but you will learn why. INT. CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER The Master of Acolytes is speaking to Sunji MOS. They pass through the wide corridor looking at RELIGIOUS OFFICES, INNER TEMPLES and various SCHOOL ROOMS. EXT. ROOF OF CHAKPORI LAMASERY - DAY They emerge from climbing up the stairs. Then walk across the flat roof, while shielding their eyes from the sudden brightness of the sun. They arrive at the gold-pannelled doorway of the Lord Abbot's house. Sunji is introduced to the censorious Lord Abbot. He is given a stringent lecture on the duties, and training he will be recieving in the coming years. Sunji respectfully acknowledges, and goes to work.

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Almost two years go by. Sunji works diligently at his studies, and hard manual labour in the kitchen. The day arrives for Sunji's transformation. EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - DUSK - EST A gust of wind breathes artificial life onto the fallen foliage; lofting the animated leaves across the roadside. Several MONKS disappear hastily behind the closing lamasery doors. An echoing RUMBLE is heard from the black belly of clouds above. INT. PRIVATE ROOM - NIGHT Sinji is lying awake in his robe, on a bed of cushions. Lama Bashir and two other LAMAS have knelt around Sunji. LAMA #1 removes a compress from Sunji's forehead. LAMA# 2 holds up an instrument; which he has been sterilizing through the flame of a lamp. He places it to the centre of Sunji's forehead. He steadily rotates the handle, until the end of the instrument penetrates the skin. He stops at the bone. After the operation, Sunji remains isolated in the room for three days. By this time, he no longer sees others in their regular form. He is overwhelmed by the pulsating electromagnetic waves and colours, emanating from each individual. Over the next several months, Lama Bashir guides and teaches Sunji on how to open and close The Third Eye at will, to avoid the intolerable burden it can bring. INT. LAMA BASHIR'S ROOM - DAY Sunji is being tutored by Lama Bashir; as they sit across from one another at the low table.

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Lama Bashir notices Sunji's dwindling concentration. LAMA BASHIR That's enough for today, Sunji. (closes the book and sets it aside) I know, this has been quite a taxing stay for you so far. Sunji utters a small sigh of relief. He ponders a thought out loud. SUNJI Honourable Lama, if we knew all the hardships which had been predicted, why could we not avoid them? LAMA BASHIR (tugging at his chin) Well Sunji, if we could have avoided the predictions; then the mere fact of avoidance would have proven them false. SUNJI (confused) Huh? Lama Bashir settles his relaxed hands on the table, and enlightens Sunji's preoccupation. LAMA BASHIR Predictions are probabilities, they do not mean that Man has no free will. Far from it. You may want to travel from Lhasa to India. If you prepare yourself appropriately and take the time to consult a map; you will see certain places through which you would ordinarily pass to reach your destination. (pauses) While it is possible to avoid these places, it is not always wise to do so. The journey may be longer or more expensive as a result.

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LAMA BASHIR (CONT'D.) On the other hand, you will also be able to avoid unpleasant places, or where you cannot avoid them; you will have the advantage of preparing for them ahead of time. (pauses) Sunji, you will come to know, true success is achieved from making certain sacrifices; and overcoming the difficult challenges designed to try us. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - DAY (SPRING) SUPERIMPOSE: Three years later. Patches of pearly white snow, coat the rooftops and dab the brown monchromatic landscape. Barren trees and shrubs reach up to the frigid sky, waiting patiently for the next photosynthetic rays of life. The building is roused from it's hibernative dormancy; by the CRACK of the icy doors. Chattering MONKS bundled up in thick robes and blankets, briskly clear the snow from the entrance. A flock of snow geese flap overhead, paying a SQUAWKING homage to the first day of spring. Lama Bashir, fifteen-year-old Sunji, Lau, Nangsang and six Monks file out onto the slushy road, mounted on mules. They wear yak-wool ponchos and scarves over their robes, to insulate them as best they can. The soles of their felt boots are bound with fur to afford them some traction on the perilous mountainscape. Their knapsacks of supplies bump rhythmically against the mule's sides; as they embark on their expedition. EXT. MOUTAIN TRAIL - DAY Sunji's caravan slowly ventures farther and higher into the Chang Tang Highlands. The landscape has changed from the familiar plains and hills; to a jagged, cavernous world of immense snow-covered mountains and deep canyons.

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EXT. CAMPSITE - NIGHT The infinite veil of starlight, enabled them to push on well past dusk. They have taken shelter in a cave, at the base of a large spur of softer rock. At 17 000 feet, the rarefied air and ominous terrain have left the mules too cumbersome to continue further. The Monks are leading the exhausted mules off the trail, into another area nearby. END SCENE Over the next several days, the group battles through a vicious snowstorm. They break a fog barrier, which leads them into a rare work of nature. The ancient volcanic climate has transformed a valley over eons, into a tropical paradise as far as the eye can see. The group go about making the most of the splendours, from the exotic fruits and plants, to the beach-like shores. Sunji had wondered into the forest alone for a time being. He has a very surprising, brief and harmless encounter with a YETI. Later in the day, Lama Bashir eases the young Monks' angst of the creatures.

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Satisfied with what they came for, the group continue their trek back down the mountain. Upon their safe return to the Potala, several days pass until, Sunji and Lama Bashir are presented with an urgent request from the Dalai Lama. A British Delegation has arrived to meet with the Dalai Lama at his Palatial Estate. Meanwhile from a concealed position,, Sunji is observing the "Astral Colours" of the lead speaker, Stanley Dawkins. Following the meeting, Sunji expresses his grave concern to the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama agrees to Sunji's plea to spy on the Englishmen. Sunji and Lama Bashir ride to the Doring Houses after dusk, where the Englishmen are being housed. Lama Bashir leaves Sunji and the horses in a remote field, and makes his way to Doring House #1. EXT. DORING HOUSE #1 - NIGHT He peaks through one of the partially open window shutters. LAMA BASHIR'S POV - LIVING ROOM In the b.g. there is a WALL with an OPEN DOORWAY leading into the sleeping room. There are several CRATES stacked against the wall. A DRUNK ENGLISHMAN gets up from the table, and SLURS incoherently to the others. Then leaves the room. BACK TO SCENE The Drunk Englishman stumbles around the corner of the house. He edges alongside the wall with one hand, to maintain his balance. Then passes the window shutters, and comes to a swaying stop, in front of a hedge. The sound of a ZIPPER being UNZIPPED is HEARD. He breaks into a low, tone-deaf folksong, as he urinates into the hedge. He finishes moments later and obliviously turns around. Then makes his way unsteadily, back along the wall. EXT. DORING HOUSE #1 - NIGHT Lama Bashir is hiding, behind the hedge on his hands and knees. He waits a moment, and utters petulantly under his breath. LAMA BASHIR (in Tibetan with English subtitles) Drunken idiot! He wipes off some of the urine from the back of his head. Then decides on his next move.

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Lama Bashir returns to the window. He witnesses Dawkins and his henchman, HARRY GRIMES, devising a plan to rob the sacred temples of their precious contents. EXT. CHAKPORI LAMASERY - MORNING Lama Bashir and Sunji round up a posse of Tibetan soldiers, and make their way back to the Doring Houses at the break of dawn. EXT. DORING HOUSES - MORNING They arrive by the stables, and split up quietly into equal groups. Each group surrounds the three Doring House buildings. EXT. DORING HOUSE #2 In the b.g. the last group of Soldiers are surrounding Doring House #1. The sound of clamorous SHOUTING is heard from the other houses. Lama Bashir pounds announcingly on the door with his hardened fist. The door jerks open. DAWKINS (with annoyed smugness) What the bloody hell is going on here? Lama Bashir nudges him back inside; as the Soldiers march in assertively to commandeer the room. INT. DORING HOUSE #2 - FOLLOWING Several ENGLISHMEN, by their bunks; are peevishly pulling on trousers and boots over their longjohns. LAMA BASHIR (calmly) Mr Dawkins, by order of the Tibetan Government, you and your Delegation are to be escorted back to India, for smuggling guns into Lhasa with ill-intent. DAWKINS (raises his hands demonstratively) Now see here- Lama Bashir motions SOLDIER #1 to the doorway, into the living room. LAMA BASHIR (in Tibetan with English subtitles) Search that room! Soldier #1 tiptoes meekly through the doorway, with his musket pointing intrepidly ahead. A deafening BOOM from a GUNSHOT; followed by a SHORT CRY, is heard from the living room. The deadweight THUD of someone falling to the floor - we don't see who - agitates Lama Bashir out of a splitsecond timewarp. GRIMES (O.S.) (roaring angrily) I'm not going back to them bloody coalmines!

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The Soldiers round up the Englishmen aggressively in a corner, by thrusting their muskets at them. More Soldiers rush into the room and fall into kneeling positions; as they aim their muskets at the living room doorway. Lama Bashir catches a glimpse from his periphery; of Dawkins sneaking his hand under the front of his pullover. He reacts with perfect poise and dazzling speed. SERIES OF SHOTS Lama Bashir jams his palm onto Dawkins' concealed hand Dawkins GRUNTS and GROANS as he struggles, to wrench his trapped hand free from Lama Bashir's vice-like grip A GUNSHOT sounds as a bullet bursts through the crotch of Dawkins' trousers, and rips into the floor Lama Bashir keeps both their hands pinned against Dawkins' waist, and spins around him With surgical precision, Lama Bashir jabs his rigid fingers into the base of Dawkins' skull Dawkins' face freezes with an uncomprehending expression, as he flops paralyzed to the floor END SERIES OF SHOTS EXT. DORING HOUSE #2 - CONTINUOUS The Soldiers maintain their dutiful positions behind the house, guarding the closed window shutters. The shutters thrust open indiscreetly. The impetuous Soldiers fire off their muskets simultaneously, into the living room shadows. Cordite fumes dissipate around them, as they arduously reload with great trepidation. SERIES OF SHOTS Grimes emerges diabolically, from behind a wall next to the window A startled Soldier glances up from fumbling with his equipment Grimes raises his rifle mercilessly and opens fire