TIGER DURGA: “THE BANYAN TAX ” 2
MONTAGE: CALCUTTA UNDER THE BANYAN
Music: a swelling orchestral theme with tabla and brass — heroic but uneasy.
EXT. TRAM LOOP – DAY




A tram screeches to a halt. Banyan’s men collect “fees” from terrified vendors. Tiger Durga leaps from a rooftop, her voluptuous and muscular gleaming body barely clad by her tiger pelt top and tiger pelt skirt landing barefoot on the tram roof — bangles clinking.
TIGER DURGA
Your tickets are fake, gentlemen — and this ride ends now!
She flips down, punches two thugs, and tosses one into a pile of jute sacks. Crowds cheer.
VENDOR
Durga Devi! You saved us!
She smiles, basking in applause.
TIGER DURGA
Of course I did. I’m fabulous at saving people.
But as she poses, a thug recovers and slams a club into her shoulder. She winces, then laughs.
TIGER DURGA
Oof… that one had emotion behind it!
She retaliates, punching the thug in the face...and he collapses unconscious. The big breasted Hindu strongwoman is  victorious — but her overconfidence is showing.
EXT. MARKET ALLEY – EVENING




Rain pours. Banyan’s collectors drag a shopkeeper toward a truck. Tiger Durga bursts through the mist, glowing gold.
TIGER DURGA
Let him go! Or I’ll turn this alley into a legend!
She fights fiercely — spinning kicks, dramatic poses. But one thug lands a head blow. She staggers, dazed.
TIGER DURGA
Uuuuuunh..Why is the world spinning? This isn’t even a dance number…
She recovers, knocks them out with a sequences of punches and kicks, her giant firm breasts swelling under her tight tiger pelt top, and strikes a triumphant pose — lightning flashing behind her.
INT. TEXTILE MILL – NIGHT




Inside the mill, Banyan’s foreman collects “protection money.” Tiger Durga bursts through a window, glass shattering.
TIGER DURGA
You call this protection? I call it bad acting!
She fights brilliantly — but a guard hits her chest with a heavy wrench. Her aura flickers.
TIGER DURGA
Aaaaargh...my giant breasts ache...My wide areolas and huge nipples...are strarting to feel hard...that makes me sleepy...This is extremely inconvenient… I just woke up from the last knockout!
She still wins — barely — and limps away, proud but shaken.
EXT. RIVERBANK – DAWN




Tiger Durga stands overlooking the city, bruised but radiant. Trams roll below. Banyan’s banners hang from lampposts.
TIGER DURGA (V.O.)
He spreads like roots beneath the city… But I’ll tear them out, one by one.
Her reflection in the river flickers — Pushpa’s face appears for a moment. She looks away, uncertain.
INT. BANYAN’S OFFICE – SAME TIME




Banyan watches news clippings of her fights. He smiles faintly.
BANYAN
She wins beautifully… and loses even better. Let her dance a little longer.
He lights a cigar.
BANYAN
Soon, she’ll come to me herself.
To be continued