Carnival Page #15

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100.

THE CARNIVAL - BIRD’S EYE VIEW

Circus tents poke through a thick FOG BANK, like mountain

peaks through clouds.

The road, shrouded in mist, is aglow with twenty pairs of

headlights moving in line along the winding path.

From above, the Black Rose’s convoy looks like a SNAKE OF

LIGHT slithering closer to its prey.

DOWN BELOW:

Twenty CHEVY PICKUP TRUCKS approach the CARNIVAL GATES,

carrying a small ARMY on their beds.

Thugs armed with handguns. Bottles. Chains. Knives.

WHAM! - gates FLY OPEN as the first chevy SMASHES through -And

then it’s on.

THUGS throw Molotov cocktails -WHOOSH!

- tents BURST into flames.

TIGRA:

Now!

Carnies counter - ROUSTABOUTS hiding behind a trailer pull

from a rope.

Dragging a BED OF NAILS right in front of a CHEVY’s path.

Tires BURST - the ride useless.

Instant AMBUSH - Tigra’s boys are onto that truck like flies

to sh*t -A

GOON levels his HANDGUN -WHOOSH-

CRACK! - Tigra’s WHIP sends the weapon flying out of

his hand.

Roustabouts SWING iron tires - CRUSHING skulls -

MIDWAY:

A CHEVY speeds along wreaking havoc. Chock full of THUGS on

its bed, throwing Molotovs.

The DRIVER frowns as he sees:

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Goliath up ahead, tow chain in hand, RUNNING right towards

the oncoming vehicle.

The driver pushes the pedal to the mat to meet him head on.

Engine ROARS as the CHEVY picks up speed.

Odd... Goliath keeps running straight.

Seems like he’s playing chicken against a frickin’ TRUCK.

A head-on collision between man and machine is imminent.

The driver smiles. He’s going to enjoy this.

The CHEVY will crush Goliath like a bug in 3... 2... 1...

Goliath dives head-on

UNDER THE CHEVY:

turning to fall on his back - HOOKS the tow chain to the

FRONT AXLE - lies flat to let the truck pass over him and

YANKS the chain with all his might, causing

THE CHEVY:

to LOSE its front wheels - its front BURROWS into the ground -

the ride TOPPLES over - catapulting THUGS into the air:

Birds without wings...

Shiv appears - unleashing a hail of WHIZZING KNIVES - his

arms a BLUR -

He stabs foes in mid-air before they even fall.

They’re all dead meat by the time they THUD to the ground.

ROUSTABOUTS:

Drag another BED OF NAILS across the ground -Tires

BURST - another CHEVY is ambushed.

A THUG on its bed jumps down - lit Molotov in hand - about to

throw it when:

Tigra CRACKS her whip - the bottle BURSTS in his hand - the

cocktail EXPLODES in his face.

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Knife-wielding GOONS hop down to engage the Roustabouts.

Zodiac fights among them...

SLASHING throats open with her TAROT FAN...

Twisting and turning to duck their knife swings...

Her dress flowing like the cape of a Spartan warrior...

Mouth open in a powerful battlecry as she SLASHES open a

fingerless LIEUTENANT’s neck...

TRAILER AREA:

Goliath SWINGS the tow chain above his head - big f***ing

smile on his face - like a cowboy readying to rope some

cattle - he THROWS -

The HOOK goes flying - CLANK! - buries into the side of a

passing Chevy -He

YANKS the chain - RIPS an opening in the fuel tank - now

leaking gas -

The Chevy keeps going as:

WHOOSH! - Dante blows a FIREBALL as he does a 360 spin -

incinerating the THUGS surrounding him -Then

KICKS a BURNING FOE’s chest who hits the ground - a line

of fuel IGNITES under him -

Fire SPREADS along the line - chasing after the Chevy -

catching up with the leaking fuel tank as -BOOOOM!

- the roaring FIREBALL lights up the night.

Outlining clusters of battling shadows all around.

A CARNIE TRUCK:

Speeds across carnival grounds - Shiv on its bed - slinging

knives at everything that moves -

Including a fingerless LIEUTENANT who gets a KNIFE in his

throat - he THUDS to the ground...

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TIGRA:

Has TANGLED her whip around two GOONS’ necks - she STRANGLES

them both at the same time -

GOLIATH:

Pins another LIEUTENANT against a trailer - PUNCHES his face

again and again - wrecking ball force - the wood behind the

goon’s head SPLINTERS and CRACKS -

DANTE AND MARION

Incinerate foes with their DRAGON BREATHS.

BIRD’S EYE VIEW

Burning tents. Gunfire FLASHES in the mist, like lightning in

storm clouds. A war zone.

DOWN BELOW:

Overturned and burning CHEVY PICKUPS. Goons’ bodies strewn

all around.

The Black Rose is taking heavy casualties.

TRAILER AREA:

Shiv retrieves some KNIVES stuck into fallen foes.

Climbs onto the CARNIE TRUCK’s bed. Taps the cabin’s window.

SHIV:

Let’s go!

The DRIVER guns it - steers the TRUCK back into battle - Shiv

resumes taking down goons as:

MIDWAY:

The Black Rose is now clearly outnumbered. Thugs start to

FLEE.

Tigra stands proud amid the carnage with a victorious smile

on her face.

She spots the TRUCK carrying Shiv.

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Nods to the truck’s DRIVER. Do it.

The Driver TURNS, now headed towards Tigra.

Shiv doesn’t notice - he’s too busy slinging knives.

The Driver SLAMS the brakes HARD - catches Shiv off guard -Newton’s

first law sends him FLYING over the cabin -

dumbstruck - splayed out in the air -

He HITS the ground hard - rolling amid a CLOUD OF DIRT -

finally scraping to a painful halt.

He COUGHS - the dust clears - the first thing he sees is:

Tigra appears and STRANGLES him with her whip.

His hand reaches for a KNIFE but -Two

burly ROUSTABOUTS hold him down.

Tigra TIGHTENS her grip to the tune of SQUEAKING leather and

GARGLING chokes -

Shiv’s face REDDENS - eyes BULGING out - he’s pinned down -

can’t move - tries to GASP for air -Twitching

desperately.

But losing strength fast.

The twitching slows down.

Until there’s no more fight left in him.

And he lies still.

His empty stare now fixed somewhere far away.

SHIV IS DEAD.

Tigra releases her grip.

But then this image TURNS TO:

A REFLECTION IN AN EYE

A woman’s eye.

This is the eye of:

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ZODIAC:

She puts a hand on Shiv’s shoulder. We are...

BEHIND A TRAILER

Shiv and Zodiac face to face.

ZODIAC:

That’s how she’ll do it. Trust me

on this.

SHIV:

We’ll see.

He RUNS off -

TRAILER AREA:

Shiv retrieves some KNIVES from fallen foes, just like in

Zodiac’s vision.

Climbs onto the TRUCK waiting for him. Taps the cabin’s

window.

SHIV:

Let’s go!

The DRIVER guns it -

MIDWAY - LATER

Tigra spots the TRUCK.

Nods her treacherous nod. Do it.

The Driver SLAMS the brakes -But

now Shiv is ready.

He goes FLYING...

But this time he does a SOMERSAULT... sailing through the air

with the grace of an Olympic diver...

His body unfurls...

He starts hurling KNIVES in mid-air...

Taking down Tigra’s minions...

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He LANDS... does a ROLL amid a cloud of dirt...

Stands up in one fluid motion and -THRUSTS

a knife forth.

The dust CLEARS to reveal...

Tigra GARGLING with his knife stuck into her throat.

He TWISTS the blade.

THE BIG TOP - PERFORMANCE RING

Zodiac CUTS foes down - takes them down without mercy.

She’s about to slay the last one standing when -SWASH!

- a KNIFE takes him down first - he hits the floor to

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