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YAKUZA ONE
Hey, boss. This just came for you.
HOLLYWOOD
What is it?
YAKUZA ONE
A letter.
HOLLYWOOD
So open it, dumb ass.
Hey, boss. This just came for you.
HOLLYWOOD
What is it?
YAKUZA ONE
A letter.
HOLLYWOOD
So open it, dumb ass.
He opens the origami envelope, then hesitates at what he sees.
HOLLYWOOD (CONT'D)
What? What is it?
What? What is it?
He pours the contents out into his hand.
YAKUZA ONE
Looks like sand.
Looks like sand.
He tastes it.
YAKUZA ONE (CONT'D)
Yup. Sand. Black Sand.
Yup. Sand. Black Sand.
The tattoo master drops his brush. It clatters to the floor.
TATTOO MASTER
TATTOO MASTER
No...
HOLLYWOOD
You know what this is?
HOLLYWOOD
You know what this is?
The artist barely nods.
HOLLYWOOD (CONT'D)
Wanna let us in on the joke?
TATTOO MASTER
Years ago, I watched a man open an envelope like that one.
Wanna let us in on the joke?
TATTOO MASTER
Years ago, I watched a man open an envelope like that one.
His eyes pool with fury at the memory.
TATTOO MASTER (CONT'D)
There were many with him and they laughed like you laugh now. Then it came from the shadows and their laughter was drowned in blood. You cannot bargain with what is coming. You cannot reason with it. Because it is not a human being. It is a demon sent straight from hell that will never stop until you are dead.
HOLLYWOOD
What came out of the shadows?
TATTOO MASTER
I cannot say the word.
HOLLYWOOD
What word?
There were many with him and they laughed like you laugh now. Then it came from the shadows and their laughter was drowned in blood. You cannot bargain with what is coming. You cannot reason with it. Because it is not a human being. It is a demon sent straight from hell that will never stop until you are dead.
HOLLYWOOD
What came out of the shadows?
TATTOO MASTER
I cannot say the word.
HOLLYWOOD
What word?
He pulls open his robe, revealing a hauntingly beautiful tattoo of a Shinobi dragon thrusting its blade into a lump of scar tissue at the center of his heart.
TATTOO ARTIST
That night, one of their blades struck here. I should have died, but for an accident of birth. My heart is here, on the other side.
That night, one of their blades struck here. I should have died, but for an accident of birth. My heart is here, on the other side.
Hollywood peers closer at the dark figure of the demon.
HOLLYWOOD
What the fuck is that?
YAKUZA ONE
Looks like a Ninja, boss.
HOLLYWOOD
A ninja? Are you kidding me? That's the word you're afraid to say? Ninja?
What the fuck is that?
YAKUZA ONE
Looks like a Ninja, boss.
HOLLYWOOD
A ninja? Are you kidding me? That's the word you're afraid to say? Ninja?
As he starts to laugh.
HOLLYWOOD (CONT'D)
Ninja-Ninja-Ninja!
Ninja-Ninja-Ninja!
His laughter is infectious.
HOLLYWOOD (CONT'D)
You old fuck! You had me going! Ninja. That's some good shit.
You old fuck! You had me going! Ninja. That's some good shit.
His Lieutenant laughs hard with him until the top of his head disappears, sliced off from his jaw up, leaving his tongue wagging in space.
Light shatter around the room.
Chaos ensues. The panicked screams of the fleeing entourage co-mingle in chorus with gruesome death rattles of Hollywood's foot soldiers as one by one, they are eviscerated.
There's a RUSH of movement, more felt than seen. The whistle of swords through the air. Cries and screams. Guns that fire suddenly and are just as suddenly stilled.
STAY on the face of the Tattoo Master, barely visible in the thin trace of moonlight from a nearby window. Frozen. Immobile. As the killing continues around him.
Then: silence, broken by the sound of heavy, desperate BREATHING, and a MATCH being struck by Hollywood who looks up --
-- and sees a dark figure standing before him. Everyone else is dead. Only he and the Tattoo Master remain. The figure regards him with still silence. For perhaps the first time in his life, Hollywood is terrified.
Light shatter around the room.
Chaos ensues. The panicked screams of the fleeing entourage co-mingle in chorus with gruesome death rattles of Hollywood's foot soldiers as one by one, they are eviscerated.
There's a RUSH of movement, more felt than seen. The whistle of swords through the air. Cries and screams. Guns that fire suddenly and are just as suddenly stilled.
STAY on the face of the Tattoo Master, barely visible in the thin trace of moonlight from a nearby window. Frozen. Immobile. As the killing continues around him.
Then: silence, broken by the sound of heavy, desperate BREATHING, and a MATCH being struck by Hollywood who looks up --
-- and sees a dark figure standing before him. Everyone else is dead. Only he and the Tattoo Master remain. The figure regards him with still silence. For perhaps the first time in his life, Hollywood is terrified.
HOLLYWOOD (CONT'D)
Listen...you don't have to do this! Whatever you're getting paid, I'll triple it! You hear me! I'll pay you whatever you want! Just name your price!
Listen...you don't have to do this! Whatever you're getting paid, I'll triple it! You hear me! I'll pay you whatever you want! Just name your price!
Their answers is silence. Hollywood sees his guns nearby. With a desperate scream, he THROWS the match in the air as he DIVES for his guns, grabbing one in each hand.
There is a whistle of metal and suddenly his severed hands are tumbling gracefully through the air.
The blade swings again, slicing through his body as if it were barely there, coming out the other side as --
-- Hollywood's body erupts as it falls in two pieces, splattering the artist with blood.
The match touches the floor and goes out.
The Tattoo Master does not move, has not moved. Frozen.
There is a whistle of metal and suddenly his severed hands are tumbling gracefully through the air.
The blade swings again, slicing through his body as if it were barely there, coming out the other side as --
-- Hollywood's body erupts as it falls in two pieces, splattering the artist with blood.
The match touches the floor and goes out.
The Tattoo Master does not move, has not moved. Frozen.
TATTOO ARTIST
But you are real, aren't you?
But you are real, aren't you?
After a moment, the ninja emerged into the moonlight, the way a shadow coalesces into a panther gliding from the dark to inspect its kill.
The artist doesn't move, but his eyes widen, his heart pounding in his ears.
The artist doesn't move, but his eyes widen, his heart pounding in his ears.
TATTOO ARTIST (CONT'D)
For fifty-seven years, I've told your story...No one ever believed me.
For fifty-seven years, I've told your story...No one ever believed me.
The ninja walked towards him, his steps soundless. He crouches down, his eyes taking in the old man's tattoo.
TATTOO ARTIST (CONT'D)
But you are real, aren't you?
There's the shing of a sword being unsheathed. The artist closes his eyes, anticipating death.
Silence. He waits for the death blow. It does not come. He finally forces himself to open his yes.
The ninja is gone, having departed as silently as he came, leaving death and blood in his wake.
Silence. He waits for the death blow. It does not come. He finally forces himself to open his yes.
The ninja is gone, having departed as silently as he came, leaving death and blood in his wake.
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