CLACK! - a knife comes flying and STICKS into the wood -Her
hand grasps the handle.
CLACK! - another blade STABS right under her shoe as she
STEPS on the butt -She
HOISTS herself up - her other hand reaching --
CLACK! - another knife STICKS into a crate - she grabs the
keeps throwing knives as she CLIMBS up the pile.
It’s seamless. Fluid. Precise. Knives stab into crates
milliseconds before she reaches for them. Each throw
celebrated with ROARING cheers.
But something seems to be bothering Shiv. As he keeps
throwing, he shoots fleeting glances at the crowd.
Discomfort quickly builds into anger until:
He TURNS and HURLS a knife right at the public!
WE follow it FLY...
The dazzling glint of spotlights on its blade...
It sails towards a blurry crowd of cheering faces...
Towards a smoking OLD WOMAN...
We notice a PICKPOCKET seated behind her... his hand reaching
over towards her purse...
CLACK! - the blade PINS the pickpocket’s sleeve to the back
of her chair -She
whips her head - notices the thief.
PSSS! - burns his face with her cigarette -INSTANT
INT. BIG TOP’S ENTRANCE TENT - LATER
Number over, Shiv and Ayleen exit the ring.
Is it me, or did you do something
nice back in there?
He was distracting me.
Oh shut up “Mr. I Hate The World”.
You did do something nice.
Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.
EXT. THE CARNIVAL - NIGHT
CARS leave the parking lot. The fair’s lights start to die.
EXT. TRAILER AREA - LATER
A beacon of fiery light GLOWS in the surrounding blackness.
A BONFIRE burns, silhouetting shadows dancing to a
mesmerizing gypsy beat.
Townies are gone, drunken carnies have some fun. Ayleen among
them, dancing with MIRAGE (30s) the handsome Illusionist: