Date: Friday, September 15, 2006
Place: Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia
1. EXT. SÜKHBAATAR SQUARE. DAY
Lightning crashes. Beneath the statue of Sükhbaatar, the Western stereotype of CHINGGIS KHAAN appears, reincarnated, just in front of a bewildered Australian TOURIST.
I am Chinggis Khaan!
You– you speak English?
Uh, never mind. Why are you here?
I have come back to see what has become of my people. Where are the horses? What has become of the warriors? Why are there so many foreigners, and why are they not cowering?
Well, it has been 800 years–
Why are YOU here?
I just wanted to see Mongolia before the nomads disappeared altog–
Sorry. Time has marched on. Mongolia is joining the modern world.
This is not the way of Mongolia! The people should fight to resume their rightful place!
CHINGGIS KHAAN has now worked himself into a frenzy. Looking around and unleashing some inarticulate growls of rage, he finally draws his sword and runs the TOURIST through. The TOURIST gasps in shock.
CHINGGIS KHAAN moves off, running people — Mongolian and foreign alike — through left, right and centre. As the TOURIST fades, we too: