Carnival Page #6
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flower pots... broken PIECES FLYING as...
SWASH! - the hook BURIES into the owner’s skull -Enter
the HELPER - CHARGING at Goliath with a pair of sharp
gardener’s SCISSORS -A
torch FIRES UP in the dark - Dante is REVEALED:
WHOOSH! - he blows a lethal plume of FIRE at the helper -
35.
He BURNS, SCREAMS and ROLLS on the floor.
The carnie team watches him burn until he finally goes STILL.
The greenhouse now littered with BODIES, broken pots and
pieces of jagged glass. No more foes left.
Shiv approaches Doug, still lying on the floor with the SHARD
stuck into his back. His breath now a wheeze.
SHIV:
Alright. Let’s start again.
DOUG:
I didn’t -(
cough)
Pull the trigger...
SHIV:
You bought the flowers.
DOUG:
I’m just the hitman’s handler. A
middle man. I book his gigs...
His voice trails off, his eyes glazing over.
Shiv SLAPS him back into consciousness.
SHIV:
Don’t die on me, a**hole.
DOUG:
I book his gigs with the Black
Rose.
SHIV:
Where can I find him?
DOUG:
We’ve never met. We use a dead
drop. Lockers -
He COUGHS, fading. Hands Shiv a KEY.
DOUG:
Train station.
SHIV:
Who hired the hit?
DOUG:
Heard he had some beef with a stash
house manager.
36.
SHIV:
The Black Rose has stash houses all
over town. Which one?
Doug’s cough gets worse... and worse...
Until he lets out a final wheeze... taking the rest of the
answers to his grave.
Shiv searches the body. Finds an ENVELOPE. He’s about to
check what’s inside when...
Zodiac enters the greenhouse, spots the thugs butchered by
Shiv’s blades.
SHIV (V.O.)
As she takes in the bloodbath and
turns to me, I notice something’s
changed in her eyes.
A KNIFE:
Stuck into a thug’s chest reflects her face.
SHIV (V.O.)
She no longer looks at me like I’m
some kind of joke.
Racing along with a purpose as neon lights dance across its
WINDSHIELD. Shiv drives, blood smeared on his face like war
paint. Steely stare fixed dead ahead.
SHIV (V.O.)
I hear Ayleen’s voice warning me it
shouldn’t take mayhem and murder to
earn a girl’s attention. That this
isn’t some kind of goddess I must
please with blood sacrifices.
Zodiac rides shotgun, shoots a quick glance at him.
SHIV (V.O.)
But the other voices are legion and
they scream louder, telling me to
keep the blood flowing.
37.
INT. CARNIE TRUCK
SHIV:
Tell me something about yourself.
Her eyes bore into him for a beat.
ZODIAC:
You can ask one thing.
SHIV:
Where are you from?
ZODIAC:
Many places.
SHIV:
Where did you spend the most time?
ZODIAC:
Prison.
Off Shiv, taking in the answer he didn’t expect...
CUT TO:
EXT. TRAIN STATION - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
The CARNIE TRUCK parked by a lamp post, bathed in a white
circle of light.
The team in mid-debate:
DANTE:
If we watch the dead drop, sooner
or later the shooter will show up.
SHIV:
I’m not here to watch a stupid
locker.
DANTE:
That stupid locker is our only
lead.
SHIV:
He’s a pro. We stay there too long,
he might see us. And if we spook
him, he’ll vanish.
DANTE:
If you have a better idea...
38.
Shiv produces the ENVELOPE he got from the Handler and
empties its contents over the truck’s hood:
A stack of bills.
A black rose.
A picture of an OLD MAN - the TARGET.
SHIV:
We don’t know how to find him. But
we know how to hire him.
He throws the target’s picture away.
Then RIPS his own CIRCUS FLIER from the truck’s side.
And puts it in the envelope along with the flower and the
cash.
SHIV:
I can make him come to me.
DANTE:
By hiring a hit on yourself?
SHIV:
Correct.
Everyone seems taken aback by his suicidal stupidity, except:
GOLIATH:
You’re an ass, knife boy. But I
think I’m starting to like you.
INT. TRAIN STATION - LUGGAGE LOCKERS - NIGHT
Shiv and Zodiac hurry along the corridor and stop at one of
the lockers.
He produces the key he got from the handler - opens the
locker - it’s EMPTY.
Zodiac feels the cabinet with her hands, eyes GOING WHITE as
she’s hit by a -
VISION:
A lone FIGURE stands in a dark alley, holding a silenced
handgun -
39.
Wait - it's actually TWO FIGURES standing in tandem - the
illusion of one from the previous perspective.
TWIN HITMEN. Elegantly dressed, yet eerily menacing. Standing
amid a DOZEN BODIES on the murky floor.
ZODIAC:
Snaps out from her trance.
ZODIAC:
I saw two gunmen. Probably
partners. Definitely pros.
SHIV:
Anything I can use?
ZODIAC:
You could use what I just told you
and think better of this -
He THROWS the envelope into the locker - SLAMS the door shut
as we -
CUT TO:
EXT. DIRT ROAD - NIGHT
The CARNIE TRUCK speeds through the desert on its way back to
the carnival.
TRUCK’S BED
Zodiac and Goliath sit in silence. He catches her staring at
him. Smiles his playboy smile.
GOLIATH:
Do I owe you money, gypsy queen?
ZODIAC:
Rumor has it you screwed three
burlesque dancers. Two trapezists.
The snake charmer. Tigra. One of
the juggler’s assistants -
GOLIATH:
I’m blushing already.
ZODIAC:
How come you never even made a move
on me?
40.
GOLIATH:
You’re trouble, of the bad kind.
ZODIAC:
Says who?
GOLIATH:
I know your type.
ZODIAC:
From experience, I take it.
GOLIATH:
Get out of my head.
ZODIAC:
Who’s Cindy?
The name hits a nerve with Goliath.
GOLIATH:
Stop using your sight on me.
ZODIAC:
Didn’t have to. I can read your
tat.
Her probing gaze is fixed on the TRIBAL TATTOO covering his
right shoulder:
As we see what she sees, for a moment, part of the design
fades away to REVEAL the name “Cindy” cleverly camouflaged
inside the tribal design.
ZODIAC:
Nice cover up.
(off his silence)
But you still love her, don’t you?
(off his silence)
How sad.
GOLIATH:
Gonna let this one pass. But next
time... next time I’ll hit you
back.
TRUCK’S CABIN
Shiv drives while chatting with:
DANTE:
Two shooters?
41.
SHIV:
That’s what she saw.
DANTE:
And you went ahead with it, without
giving it the slightest thought -
SHIV:
I thought about it.
DANTE:
Didn’t see you hesitate.
SHIV:
I think fast.
DANTE:
I think you are trying to impress
that girl.
SHIV:
Think she’s impressed?
DANTE:
I’m impressed. You just hired a hit
on yourself and look where your
head is at.
SHIV:
Funny it’s you telling me not to
play with fire.
DANTE:
Didn’t burn my mug “playing”.
SHIV:
Then how?
DANTE:
I used to be a fireman. I used to
“think fast”.
Shiv digests this in silence.
SHIV:
Think the hitmen will smell the
trap?
DANTE:
Probably. But at least now your
head is in the right place.
CUT TO:
42.
EXT. MIDWAY - DAY
THRONGS of townies pace back and forth.
Shiv among the crowd. Walking alone. His bleak stare
contrasting with the music and the cacophony of joy.
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