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EXT. SAND DUNE - DUSK

A gust of wind kicks up dust as we move up a desolate stretch of windswept terrain to the top of an isolated sand dune. JIMM FOO, who is wearing the orange robe of a Shaolin monk, sits on his knees with his arms bound behind his back, his eyes fixed on a smoldering purple sunset.

JIMM FOO (C.U.)
Since I came into being I have walked as a monk should walk. I have eaten as a monk should eat. Every facet of my life has been devoted to uncluttered thought . . . Thoughts . . . Traveling, a path. But, now I am a monk no longer. I am a marked man . . . A marked assassin, wanted by evil men. For, it was I who killed their leader. My path has changed. No longer a monk I too must change or risk losing what truth there is in my existence. If I am to survive in the future, I must begin my journey in the present down the assassins path, the long dark road to hell . . . To nothingness . . . To truth. When I killed for truth I made the decision that has brought me to this point . . . And now, what was Jimm Foo, the monk, is lost. I am now marked . . . The marked Buddha.

JIMM FOO (C.U.)
(Flashback)
For six full days they did pursue me. Through calm and storm I evaded the cold grip of death’s hand. I was forced through hunger to feast upon that which I would have discarded as a monk. I learned what it was to be without limits, both ethical and physical. I had survived, I had transformed. What was truth to me became widened. Peace was in my blood, as was turmoil. I was no longer unbalanced. A great realization was to follow. At that juncture I knew what it was to be both prey and predator, neither prey or predator being good or evil but simply doing what they must to survive.

JIMM FOO (C.U.)
On the seventh day I meditated, pondering that which I already knew. The evil men had found me . . . Have found me. Today is the seventh day, not the past, not the future, but the present. Today is all that exists. The path is non-linear. There is no beginning, no end. You are either on the path or you are not. You are either something or you are not. You are either alive or you are not. Until the present ceases to exist you are immortal and without boundaries. That is the path of truth. That is the path to enlightenment. That is the key to attaining balance.

As Jimm Foo breaks his stare at the sunset and focuses his eyes on his surroundings we see a man, dressed in a suit, standing behind him and putting on gloves. Only the lower half of the man is visible as we float around to the side of Jimm Foo. A gloved hand comes into frame holding a pistol with a silencer attached. After a few seconds the gun is placed to the back of Jimm Foo’s head and a muffled shot is heard as we cut to black.

As Jimm Foo walks down a deserted desert highway into oblivion he reflects on the path that he has chosen. . .

JIMM FOO (V.O.)
Wether savior or destroyer one must walk the path of truth, of balance. If one denies what is true, one will fail . . . I was and am Jimm Foo. Once a monk, now an assassin. No less, no more.

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