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Scene opens on a green woodsy place and a little gypsy caravan. Day glow colors in dark woods. Tiny top heavy wagon outside, big live-in kitchen inside. A dozen odd half prepared circus people are mingling or eating but mostly scoffing skeptically at the ringmaster. He is sharing the news of a new performer, a new act for the circus that will really change things. Not just more people thru the gate, but better gigs. She has connections, she knows a guy.
Cut to a hospital bathroom. A dwarf is putting finishing touches on his clown make up. Grubby dirty frayed costume. Emmet Kelly -ish. He grabs the doorknob leaning way back hanging off it, then lunges against the door, popping it open so fast it knocks down a patient. Midget clown struts and swaggers away. Walks faster. Throws hands in air, skips to get going and starts running. Leaps, bounds off the leg cast of a person in a wheelchair, onto a gurney with a dying patient being pushed by three big orderlies. Uses that speed. Leaps off to the side and grabs a light, the kind used over a surgical bed. Swings from the handles around, changing direction to blast out a window.
Not far thru the air to land on a bound girl. She is hanging from a thin wire by her ankles in shackles dangling upside down. Clown grabs onto her with all limbs, like a monkey. Laboriously shuffles around and turns over so they are face to face.
“Tell me the source!” the clown shouts. He has to shout. The girl has been screaming a while. She resists. Clown slaps her to get her to stop screaming and pay attention. She won't talk.
“Gentlemen. Please.” He gestures. Two henchman swing in from the sides, also hanging by their feet. “You look like you want to be right side up. Should we do that?”
She nods, looking apprehensive, not expecting anything nice. Each henchman grabs half of her long hair as they swing back out a little. She initially screams, but then realizes it does not hurt all that much.
“You expect me to talk? This is not torture.” She sneers.
“No. This is not torture.” The clown pauses. He bites a button off her blouse, then sticks his tongue out, displaying and wiggling the button and leers at her. She just rolls her eyes. He takes the button daintily between middle finger and thumb. “Let me clarify.” He snaps his fingers, flicking the button and it nicks the wire holding her feet. They lurch downward a little. Now she is screaming again. Clown grins and snaps his teeth at her. The rest of the wire unravels and snaps and they tumble a bit. Wind up hanging from her hair. More screaming, changing to a screech as her hair takes the weight of them both.
“Now this! This is torture.” Clown is pleased with his wit.
“You need a haircut, I think.” Clown pulls an old school switchblade, shaves a bit above her temple. “Tell me where your guy gets his money, or of course you will lose more than just your nice hair.” Now she talks.
“I already knew that, that's not the main source. Your boyfriend apparently didn't let you in on his big connections. The big BIG fish. Tell me more. You need to tell me, more than you need to protect him right now, yes?” Clown nods. She nods. She tells everything.
Again the clown says “I already knew that! Such a waste of time”.
Clown tosses the blade upwards, looks like he is discarding it. It flicks through her hair on one side, and gravity has it now. Comes back and flicks through the other hank of hair as the clown plants his feet in her gut and launches off her. She hits the side of the building and scrapes, breaking a limb or two against a window sill, tumbling out of sight.
He is in freefall now. Arms and legs out, spread eagle. Grungy clown suit flapping in the gale. He looks around getting his bearings. Picks a direction, turns and pulls in his limbs, heading down fast. The wind is streaking his makeup, from some of the girl's spittle and tears. He calmly kicks off his shoes like he is getting ready for a shower. A series of close in shots show sleeves and things flapping then ripping and falling away. From a distance we see him plunge into a cloud bank. [you didn't really want to see a naked midget clown close up did you?]
Close in shots again. Moisture, then ice collecting on skin. A shoulder? A storm has him now, a vortex. Spun and then spit out sideways. Medium shot now we see a long voluptuous woman, clad only in glitter. We see her just for a glimpse and she darts into plump green trees. Close in shots again as a leaf plasters a nipple. A few more large soft green leaves slap and stick to strategic places on a generous shapely figure. A vine tangles around waist, knees, ankles. Some glitter from dew and fireflies are adding to the glamorous sheath. You get the impression now, she is flying, no longer falling.
She soars and swoops. Heads straight up above the tree line. At her peak we get a good look at her. She is a mermaid. Tail longer than her whole body. It coils in the air as she chooses a new direction. Looking about she spies the gypsy camp.
Flies that way. Darts down into the camp area, startling some horses. Aims for the little wagon. Pops thru a window. People lean away and cover their heads with their arms. Breaking glass and sudden entry making them cringe. She flutters across the long table and lands in the arms of the ringmaster, her tail coiling across somebody's plate, and the end flopped around a girl's neck.
Ringmaster stumbles from the unexpected catch. Burns his leg a little on the cook stove. Recovers himself and says “OK, we gotta work on your entrance.”
