TIGER DURGA AND THE TRAMYARD CHLOROFORM CARTEL 2

PUSHPA’S QUIET MORNING DOUBTS
Calcutta, India — 1960

INT. PUSHPA & GOPAL’S HOME – MORNING
The ceiling fan turns lazily.
Sunlight filters through the lace curtains.
The house is quiet — too quiet.

Pushpa stands at the kitchen window, staring out at the lane.
Her sari is neatly pinned, but her eyes are distant.

Gopal ties his shoes near the door, humming softly.

He doesn’t notice her expression.

GOPAL
Pushpa, I’ll be leaving soon.
The shop might be busy today.

Pushpa nods, but her mind is elsewhere.

PUSHPA
(softly)
Yes… of course.

Gopal pauses, noticing her tone.

GOPAL
You’re sure you’re alright?
You seemed tired last night.

Pushpa forces a gentle smile.

PUSHPA
Just the heat.
And… thinking too much.

Gopal chuckles.

GOPAL
You? Thinking too much?
About what?

Pushpa looks down at her hands.

She cannot tell him the truth — that she is Tiger Durga, that she was knocked out twice yesterday, that she woke tied in a cargo tram in a forgotten industrial yard.

She cannot tell him she found the danger… strangely thrilling.

She cannot tell him she is already planning her next move.

So she lies gently.

PUSHPA
Oh… just household things.

Gopal nods, satisfied.

He picks up his tiffin.

GOPAL
I’ll see you this evening, Pushpa.

He steps out the door.

Pushpa waits until his footsteps fade.

Her expression changes — soft domesticity replaced by sharp, focused intensity.

INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Pushpa sits slowly, folding her hands.

PUSHPA (V.O.)
Banyan…
What are you planning?

She thinks of the trams.
The sabotage.
The staged chaos.
The contraband routes.

She thinks of her own defeat — the chloroform, the ropes, the cargo tram.

Her cheeks warm slightly.

PUSHPA (V.O.)
It was… frightening.
But also…
exciting.

She closes her eyes.

PUSHPA (V.O.)
But I won’t be tricked again.
Not by him.
Not by his saboteurs.
Not by anyone.

She stands, pacing slowly.

PUSHPA
(whispering)
He thinks he knows me.
He thinks he understands Tiger Durga.
He thinks he can predict my moves.

She stops at the window, staring out at the tram line in the distance.

PUSHPA
He’s wrong.

Her eyes narrow.

PUSHPA
I’ll be ready this time.

She touches her arm — remembering the golden shimmer of the enchanted ghee.

PUSHPA (V.O.)
The city’s trams…
He’s using them.
Controlling them.
Turning them into his own network.

She exhales slowly.

PUSHPA
(quiet, determined)
I’ll stop him.
I’ll stop all of it.

She looks toward the bedroom where the brass jar of ghee is hidden.

PUSHPA
Tonight…
Tiger Durga rises again.
BANYAN CONFIRMS THE NEXT PHASE
Ballygunge Mansion — Calcutta, 1960

INT. BANYAN MUKHERJEE’S MANSION – WEST STUDY – AFTERNOON
The monsoon sky hangs low and heavy.
Ceiling fans hum.
The banyan tree outside sways like a living sentinel.

Barun “The Banyan” Mukherjee stands at his teak desk, reviewing tram manifests and route maps.
His cream suit is immaculate.
His posture calm, predatory.

A rotary telephone sits on the desk.

He lifts the receiver.

BANYAN
(low, controlled)
Connect me to the tramyard office.

A moment passes.
A click.

TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
Sir—yes, sir—Banyan‑saab, we’re here.

Banyan’s eyes narrow.

BANYAN
I want confirmation.
Every detail.
Every tram.
Every diversion.

He taps the map with one finger.

BANYAN
Begin.

THE TRAMYARD REPORT
TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
Sir… the plan is in place.
The contraband will move only on trams 312, 705, 811, 446, and 920.

Banyan smiles faintly.

BANYAN
Good.
And the diversions?

TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
The other trams will experience… believable failures.
Brake delays.
Electrical faults.
Track obstructions.
Nothing suspicious.

Banyan nods.

BANYAN
Calcutta will depend on my trams.
My routes.
My network.

He leans back in his chair.

BANYAN
And Tiger Durga?

A pause on the line.

TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
Sir… the saboteurs are ready.
Each trap is prepared.
Each team carries rope… rubber clubs… and chloroform.

Banyan’s smile widens.

BANYAN
Excellent.

He stands, pacing slowly.

BANYAN
She escaped yesterday.
She thinks she won.
She thinks she is safe.

He stops at the window, watching the banyan tree sway.

BANYAN
But she is tired.
Shaken.
Her pride cracked.

He lowers his voice.

BANYAN
And she will come running again.
She always does.

THE NEXT TRAPS
TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
Sir… the staged robbery is ready on tram 920.
The runaway brake failure is set for 446.
And the fake hostage situation will occur at the Park Circus Loop.

Banyan taps the glass with one finger.

BANYAN
Perfect.
She cannot resist any of those.

He turns sharply.

BANYAN
When she arrives…
you strike fast.
No hesitation.

TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
Yes, sir.

BANYAN
I want her knocked out again.
Cleanly.
Efficiently.
Repeatedly.

He sits, steepling his fingers.

BANYAN
Every fall weakens her.
Every defeat cracks her confidence.
Every blackout makes her easier to predict.

He exhales slowly.

BANYAN
And when she finally breaks…
Calcutta will belong to me.

FINAL INSTRUCTIONS
BANYAN
Begin the operation.
Now.

TRAMYARD OFFICIAL (PHONE)
At once, sir.

Banyan hangs up the phone.

He stands at the window, watching the tram lines snake through the city like veins.

BANYAN
(soft, satisfied)
Let the traps begin.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Banyan smiles.

PUSHPA TRANSFORMS INTO TIGER DURGA
Calcutta, India — 1960

INT. PUSHPA & GOPAL’S HOME – BEDROOM – MORNING
The house is quiet now that Gopal has left.
The ceiling fan turns slowly.
A tram bell rings faintly in the distance.

Pushpa stands in the doorway, listening to the fading footsteps of her husband.

Her expression shifts — gentle domesticity replaced by fierce purpose.

She closes the bedroom door.

PUSHPA (V.O.)
Banyan is moving.
The trams… the sabotage…
He thinks he can control Calcutta.

She kneels beside the bed and pulls out the wooden box.

Inside sits the brass jar of enchanted ghee, glowing faintly.

Pushpa’s breath steadies.

PUSHPA
(soft, resolute)
It’s time.

She opens the jar.

THE TRANSFORMATION RITUAL
Pushpa rubs the ghee onto her arms, legs, chest shoulders, and feet — each motion deliberate, ceremonial.

A golden shimmer spreads across her skin.

Her muscles tighten and strengthen.
Her posture rises.
Her eyes sharpen.

Her sari dissolves into shimmering particles.

Her tiger‑pelt top forms across her torso.
Her tiger‑pelt skirt wraps around her hips.
Her bangles appear on her wrists and ankles, gleaming.

Her hair lengthens into a flowing mane of glossy black.

Her bare feet plant firmly on the floor, toes flexing with new strength.

The room glows with her aura.

Pushpa is gone.

Tiger Durga stands in her place.

TIGER DURGA
(quiet, fierce)
Banyan…
You will not trick me again.

She steps toward the window, her silhouette powerful and mythic.

TIGER DURGA
I rise.
And I protect this city.

EXT. PUSHPA & GOPAL’S HOME – BACK LANE – MOMENTS LATER
Tiger Durga slips out the back door, unseen.

She leaps lightly onto a low wall.
Her glossy black hair flows behind her.
Her tiger‑pelt skirt ripples.
Her bangles clink softly.

She scans the tram lines stretching across the city.

TIGER DURGA
(whispering)
Banyan’s traps begin today.
I will be there before he expects me.

She crouches.

Her aura flares.

She leaps onto the nearest rooftop, landing with perfect balance.

Tiger Durga races across the rooftops toward the tramyard — determined, focused, unstoppable.

TIGER DURGA LEAPS INTO ACTION
Calcutta, India — 1960

EXT. CALCUTTA ROOFTOPS – LATE MORNING
Tiger Durga sprints across the rooftops, her gleaming muscular body framed by her tiger‑pelt top, tiger‑pelt skirt, and golden bangles.
Her long glossy black hair streams behind her like a banner of war.
Her bare feet strike tin roofs with perfect balance, toes gripping the edges before each leap.

Her golden aura flickers with intensity.

TIGER DURGA (V.O.)
Banyan’s traps begin today.
I can feel it in the air…
in the rails…
in the heartbeat of the city.

She leaps across a wide alley, landing silently on a corrugated‑iron roof.

Below her, trams snake through the city like veins.

She scans them one by one.

EXT. TRAM LINE – CONTINUOUS
Tram 920 rounds a corner.
Inside, saboteurs shift into position.
A fake wallet lies on a seat.
Passengers look uneasy.

Tiger Durga narrows her eyes.

TIGER DURGA
That tram…
Something is wrong.

She crouches low, muscles coiled.

Her aura brightens.

INT. TRAM 920 – SAME TIME
A saboteur grabs the fake wallet.

SABOTEUR #1
(shouting)
Thief! He stole my wallet!

Passengers gasp.

Another saboteur stands, pretending to panic.

SABOTEUR #2
Help! Someone stop him!

Gopal looks up, startled.

GOPAL
What’s happening?

The saboteurs exchange subtle nods.

The trap begins.

EXT. ROOFTOP ABOVE TRAM 920 – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga watches the commotion unfold.

Her jaw tightens.

TIGER DURGA
A staged robbery.
Banyan… you think I won’t see through this?

She steps to the edge of the roof.

Her aura flares.

TIGER DURGA
I’m coming.

She leaps.

EXT. TRAM 920 – CONTINUOUS
Tiger Durga drops from the rooftop, landing on the tram roof with a metallic thud.

Passengers inside look up in shock.

Saboteurs tense.

SABOTEUR #3
(whispering)
She’s here.
Get ready.

Tiger Durga crouches, gripping the roof’s edge.

TIGER DURGA
(arrogant, confident)
You picked the wrong tram today.

She swings down, smashing through the open rear window with a burst of golden light.

INT. TRAM 920 – CONTINUOUS
Passengers scream.

Tiger Durga lands in the aisle, bangles clinking, hair flowing, aura blazing.

TIGER DURGA
Enough!
This robbery ends now!

The saboteurs exchange a final nod.

Their hands slip toward rope…
toward rubber clubs…
toward the chloroform cloth hidden in a satchel.

Tiger Durga doesn’t notice.

She is bold.
She is reckless.
She is ready to fight.

But Banyan’s trap is already closing around her.

TIGER DURGA VS. THE SABOTEURS ON TRAM 920
Calcutta, India — 1960

INT. TRAM 920 – MOVING – DAY
The tram rattles through Park Circus.
Passengers cling to the rails, terrified.

Tiger Durga stands in the aisle, aura blazing, muscular frame poised for battle, tiger‑pelt top and skirt rippling with each breath.
Her long glossy black hair flows behind her.
Her bare calloused feet grip the tram floor, toes flexing with readiness.

Three saboteurs rush her with ropes.

TIGER DURGA
(defiant)
You dare challenge me inside a tram full of innocents?

She lunges forward.

Her fist connects with the first thug’s jaw — he spins and crashes into a bench.

Another thug swings a rope toward her arms.

Tiger Durga leaps, spinning mid‑air, delivering a powerful kick — her bare foot slams into his chest, sending him reeling.

Her toes flex on landing, gripping the floor.

Passengers gasp.

Gopal watches, frozen.

GOPAL
(whispering)
Oh no… she’s surrounded…

THE SABOTEURS REGROUP
Two thugs circle her, ropes ready.

Tiger Durga smirks — reckless, confident.

TIGER DURGA
Come then.
Try again.

She charges.

Her fists blur.
Her kicks strike with thunderous force.
Her bangles clink with each blow.

The tram sways violently.

Passengers duck.

Gopal grips a pole, eyes wide.

GOPAL
(shouting)
Behind you!

Too late.

THE AMBUSH
Two saboteurs strike simultaneously — rubber clubs slamming into Tiger Durga’s giant firm breasts upper torso.

A heavy thud echoes.

Tiger Durga; “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh”

The big breasted Hindu strongwoman staggers backwards on the balls of her bare calloused feet.

Her aura flickers.

TIGER DURGA
(gritting her teeth)
You… dare…

Another blow lands.

Her giant firm breasts sway in pain.

She staggers, dazed.

Her vision blurs.

Her knees bend.

Her toes curl against the floor, trying to stay grounded.

Gopal reaches out instinctively.

GOPAL
No—don’t let them—

But the third saboteur is already behind her.

He presses a chloroform‑soaked cloth to her face.

Tiger Durga jerks violently.

TIGER DURGA
(struggling)
No—
I… won’t… fall—Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Her movements become sluggish.

Her eyes flutter.

Her breath slows.

Her toes flex once… twice… then relax.

Her glossy black hair spills forward as her head tilts.

Her eyes roll upward.

Her body sways.

GOPAL
(helpless)
Someone help her—!

No one moves.

Passengers are frozen with fear.

Tiger Durga collapses to the tram floor, unconscious.

Her aura dims.

The saboteurs drop the cloth and bolt toward the rear exit.

SABOTEUR #1
Go!
Before she wakes!

They leap off the moving tram and vanish into the alleys.

INT. TRAM 920 – CONTINUOUS
Gopal kneels beside Tiger Durga, trembling.

GOPAL
(softly)
Tiger Durga…
Please… wake up…

Passengers whisper in awe and fear.

The tram continues rattling forward, carrying its unconscious protector.

To be continued