Black Panther

BOY:
Baba...

MAN:
Yes, my son.

BOY:
Tell me a story.

MAN:
(CHUCKLES) Which one?

The story of home.

Millions of years ago...

a meteorite

made of vibranium...

the strongest substance

in the universe...

struck the continent

of Africa...

affecting the plant life

around it.

And when

the time of man came...

five tribes settled on it

and called it Wakanda.

The tribes lived in constant

war with each other...

until a warrior shaman...

received a vision from

the Panther Goddess Bast...

who led him

to the Heart-Shaped Herb...

a plant that granted him

superhuman strength,

speed and instincts.

The warrior became king...

and the first Black Panther...

the protector of Wakanda.

Four tribes agreed to live

under the king's rule...

but the Jabari Tribe isolated

themselves in the mountains.

The Wakandans used vibranium

to develop technology...

more advanced

than any other nation.

But as Wakanda thrived...

the world around it descended

further into chaos.

To keep vibranium safe...

the Wakandans vowed

to hide in plain sight...

keeping the truth

of their power

from the outside world.

And we still hide, Baba?

Yes.

BOY:
Why?

(IN THE TRUNK

BY TOO $HORT PLAYING)

- Lucky shot!

- That ain't lucky!

Whatever!

Get outta here!

Check up.

Pick your man up! He open.

Where you at?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Pass! Pass!

- Got you, E.

- E, hurry up!

Watch me get this.

Tim Hardaway style.

That's what I call it, baby.

KID:
Come on.

BOY:
What you got?

You ain't got nothing.

MAN:
Hey, look,

if we get in and out quick,

won't be no worries.

You in the van,

come in through from the west.

Come around the corner.

- Land right here.

- Mmm-hmm.

Me and the twins

are pulling up right here.

We're leaving this car behind,

okay? We come this...

(FAINT RUSTLING)

Hide the straps.

Yo, is it the Feds?

No.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's these two

Grace Jones-looking chicks.

They're holding spears.

Open it.

JAMES:
You serious?

They won't knock again.

(SPEAKING XHOSA)

Who are you?

Prince N'Jobu, son of Azzuri.

(SPEAKING XHOSA)

Prove to me you are one of us.

(SPEAKS XHOSA)

My King.

This is James. I trust him

with my life. He stays...

with your permission,

King T'Chaka.

As you wish.

At ease.

(SPEAKS XHOSA)

Come, baby brother.

how you are holding up.

You look strong.

Glory to Bast,

I am in good health.

How is home?

Not so good.

(IN XHOSA) Baby brother.

There has been an attack.

This man...

Ulysses Klaue...

stole a quarter ton of

vibranium from us...

and triggered a bomb

at the border to escape.

Many lives were lost.

He knew where we hid

the vibranium...

and how to strike.

He had someone on the inside.

Why are you here?

Because I want you

to look me in the eyes...

and tell me

why you betrayed Wakanda.

I did no such thing.

(SPEAKS XHOSA)

Tell him who you are.

Zuri, son of Badu...

What?

James. James, you lied to me?

Leave him.

You were Wakandan

this whole time?

You betrayed Wakanda!

How could you lie

to me like...

Stand down.

Did you think that you were

the only spy we sent here?

Prince N'Jobu...

you will return home

at once...

where you will face

the Council...

and inform them

of your crimes.

Check up!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Guard your man,

guard your man!

Yo.

REPORTER:

The tiny nation of Wakanda

is mourning the death

of its monarch, King T'Chaka.

The beloved ruler was one of

many confirmed dead...

after a terrorist attack

at the United Nations

a week ago.

The suspect

has since been apprehended.

Though it remains one of

the poorest countries

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