TIGER DURGA- TRAMYARD CHLOROFORM CARTEL 4

TIGER DURGA WAKES AFTER THE SECOND AMBUSH
Calcutta, India — 1960

INT. TRAM 446 – STOPPED ON THE TRACK – AFTERNOON
The tram sits crooked on the rails, steam hissing from its undercarriage.
Passengers gather near the maintenance compartment, whispering anxiously.

Tiger Durga lies on the metal floor, unconscious, her tiger‑pelt top, tiger‑pelt skirt, and golden bangles dimmed by the fading glow of her aura.
Her long glossy black hair spills across the grated floor.
Her bare feet rest still, toes relaxed.

A faint tremor runs through her fingers.

Her toes flex.

Her eyes flutter open.

She inhales sharply.

PASSENGER
She’s waking!

Tiger Durga pushes herself upright, wincing as the compartment rattles around her.

Her aura flickers back to life.

She steadies herself against a pipe.

TIGER DURGA
(low, determined)
Banyan’s cowards…
striking from behind again.

She looks around.

The saboteurs are gone.

Only civilians remain — frightened, confused.

INT. TRAM 446 – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga steps out of the compartment.

Passengers part instinctively, giving her space.

Her posture is steady, proud, unbroken.

PASSENGER
Ma’am… they attacked you.
We saw everything.

Tiger Durga nods once.

TIGER DURGA
It was a setback.
Nothing more.

She brushes dust from her tiger‑pelt skirt.

TIGER DURGA
I rise quickly.
I always do.

The conductor approaches, trembling.

CONDUCTOR
You saved us.
If you hadn’t stopped the brake relay—
we would have crashed.

Tiger Durga gives a faint, confident smile.

TIGER DURGA
Your safety is my duty.
And Banyan’s schemes will not succeed.

She turns toward the rear door of the tram.

Passengers watch her with awe.

PASSENGER
Where are you going?

Tiger Durga steps onto the narrow metal platform.

Wind rushes past her.

Her glossy black hair whips behind her.
Her bare feet grip the metal.
Her bangles glint in the sun.

TIGER DURGA
There is one trap left.
Park Circus Loop.

She looks back at the passengers.

TIGER DURGA
Stay safe.
The city is still in danger.

She leaps.

EXT. ROOFTOPS NEAR PARK CIRCUS – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga lands on a rooftop with perfect balance.

Her aura brightens.

She sprints across the roofline, determined, unstoppable.

TIGER DURGA (V.O.)
Banyan…
You will not defeat me a third time.

She races toward the Park Circus Loop — toward the final trap.

TIGER DURGA ARRIVES AT PARK CIRCUS LOOP
Calcutta, India — 1960

EXT. PARK CIRCUS LOOP – AFTERNOON
The tram loop is crowded, noisy, chaotic.
Vendors shout.
Children run between benches.
A tram sits stalled on the inner ring — Tram 811 — its doors open, its passengers frozen in fear.

A “hostage” is tied to a bench inside.
Two saboteurs pretend to be panicked civilians.
A third, disguised as a conductor, stands near the ticket booth.

Hidden saboteurs wait in the shadows.

The trap is set.

EXT. ROOFTOPS ABOVE PARK CIRCUS – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga sprints across the rooftops, her muscular frame gleaming in the sun, tiger‑pelt top and skirt rippling with each stride.
Her long glossy black hair flows behind her like a banner.
Her bare feet strike the tin roofs with perfect balance, toes flexing before each leap.

Her aura glows brighter with every step.

TIGER DURGA (V.O.)
This is it.
The final trap.
I can feel Banyan’s hand in every detail.

She leaps across a wide alley, landing silently on a corrugated‑iron roof overlooking the tram loop.

She crouches.

Her eyes narrow.

TIGER DURGA
A hostage…
A crowd…
Too perfect.
Too staged.

She stands tall, aura blazing.

TIGER DURGA
I will not fall again.

She leaps.

EXT. PARK CIRCUS LOOP – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga lands on the pavement with a thunderous impact.

Crowds gasp.

PASSENGER
It’s her!
Tiger Durga!

She strides toward the tram, bangles clinking, hair flowing, aura shimmering.

Her voice carries across the loop.

TIGER DURGA
Everyone stand back!
I will handle this!

The crowd parts instinctively.

She steps into the tram.

INT. TRAM 811 – CONTINUOUS
The “hostage” whimpers theatrically.

Two saboteurs pretend to panic.

FAKE CIVILIAN
Please! Save him!
They said they’ll hurt him!

Tiger Durga scans the compartment.

Her instincts flare.

TIGER DURGA
This is a trap.
I can smell Banyan’s lies.

She moves toward the hostage.

Her bare feet grip the tram floor.
Her bangles glint.
Her glossy black hair sways with each step.

She reaches for the ropes—

And that’s when the saboteurs move.

THE MOMENT BEFORE THE AMBUSH
Three saboteurs shift silently into position:

One behind the ticket booth

One behind the rear bench

One in the maintenance hatch

All three carry rope, rubber clubs, and chloroform.

Tiger Durga doesn’t see them yet.

She stands tall, confident, ready to free the hostage.

TIGER DURGA
You are safe now.
I will cut these ropes—

Her aura glows.

Her muscles tighten.

Her stance is perfect.

She is ready.

But Banyan’s trap is already closing around her.
TIGER DURGA FIGHTS IN THE PARK CIRCUS TRAM
Calcutta, India — 1960

INT. TRAM 811 – PARK CIRCUS LOOP – AFTERNOON
Tiger Durga stands over the “hostage,” her muscular frame tense, tiger‑pelt top and skirt rippling with each breath.
Her long glossy black hair sways as she scans the compartment.
Her bare feet grip the tram floor, toes flexing with readiness.

Her aura glows.

TIGER DURGA
This ends now.

She reaches for the ropes—

And the trap springs.

THE SABOTEURS ATTACK
Three saboteurs strike at once.

SABOTEUR #1
Now!

One lunges from behind the ticket booth with rope.
Another charges from the rear bench.
A third drops from the maintenance hatch above.

Tiger Durga spins, fists raised.

TIGER DURGA
Cowards!
Face me properly!

She punches the first saboteur square in the jaw — he crashes into the booth.

The second swings a rope toward her arms.
Tiger Durga ducks, sweeping her leg — her bare foot slams into his shin, sending him sprawling.

Her toes flex on landing, gripping the floor.

Passengers outside scream.

THE FIGHT TIGHTENS
The third saboteur rushes her with a rubber club.

Tiger Durga blocks with her forearm, bangles clinking.

TIGER DURGA
You think you can trap me in a tram?

She grabs him by the shirt and hurls him into a bench.

But the first saboteur recovers, looping rope around her arm.

SABOTEUR #1
Hold her!

Tiger Durga yanks free, muscles surging.

TIGER DURGA
I break ropes as easily as your lies!

She kicks him backward.

Her hair whips behind her.
Her aura flares.

She is winning.

But Banyan’s trap is coordinated.

THE TURNING POINT
Two saboteurs strike simultaneously — rubber clubs slamming into each of her giant firm breasts

A heavy thud echoes.

Tiger Durga: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh…My giant breasts hurt…Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh…that makes me dizzy.”
Tiger Durga gasps, stumbling.

Her aura flickers.

TIGER DURGA
(gritting her teeth)
Not… again—

She tries to regain her stance, toes flexing against the floor.

But the third saboteur is already behind her.

THE CHLOROFORM AMBUSH
A cloth presses over her face.

Tiger Durga jerks violently as her tiger pelt top is pulled down…her giant firm breasts are manhandled…her wide areolas rubbed and her huge puffy nipples squeezed and rotated.

TIGER DURGA
No—Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…my huge nipples…Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….hurt….Ooooooooooooooooooooh…pain…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh…pleasure…I…won’t… fall—

Her movements slow.

Her vision blurs.

Her knees bend.

Her toes flex once… twice… then relax.

Her glossy black hair spills forward as her head tilts.

Her eyes flutter.

Her breath slows.

SABOTEUR #3
She’s going under—
Move!

Her eyes roll upward.

Her body sways.

She collapses unconscious onto the tram floor, aura dimming.

THE ESCAPE
The saboteurs drop the cloth and bolt out the rear door.

SABOTEUR #1
Go!
Before she wakes!

They vanish into the Park Circus alleys.

INT. TRAM 811 – CONTINUOUS
Civilians rush inside.

Tiger Durga lies still, breathing softly.

PASSENGER
She saved us…
but they ambushed her…

The “hostage” frees himself — clearly part of the act — and flees into the crowd.

Tiger Durga remains unconscious, the third trap complete.
To be continued