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Written By
Lewis Maddison

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BRIGHT LIGHT, SOUND OF METAL SCRAPING

MUSIC, TITLE'S
INT. TENT MIDDAY
Row of knives placed across a wooden table, single apple
sits at the end. Something flies from off screen, striking
the fruit. A small throwing knife.
Two shapes stand at a distance, one smaller, one larger. The
former perched on a stack of thick, bound books.
FATHER
Hit the apple (crossing arms)
SON
I don't thi........
FATHER
(Interrupting) Hit the apple!
Hopping down off the books, the son grabs a knife from the
table. Walks back towards the father and trips. The knife
slides towards the boots of a sighing father. Getting up and
walking back towards the books. The son picks up the knife.
Closing one eye... Leaning back... He throws. The knife goes
high into the rigging
SON
Kick's the stack of books. Throwing them everywhere. One
lands open to reveal a cookbook. Leaning over he slowly
reads before turning towards his father.
I cant do it.
The father walked away slowly, saying as he leaves
FATHER
Keep practicing
MONTAGE MUSIC
Turning back towards the apple. The son sighs heavily.
Slowly walking towards the table he reaches for another
knife.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. MIDDAY
Table with stacks of food sits at a distance, three targets
sit just beyond. The son stand a condsiderable distance
away, alongside a rack of different throwing knives.

SON
Right.. lets do this.
Hesitantly picking up one of the smaller knives. He aims
towards one of the targets. the knife flies wide. Into the
stands beyond.
CIRCUS ACT
Arghhhhhhhhhh.......
SON
(cringing) Sorry!.
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EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. MIDDAY
Covering both eyes. He throws half hearted. A few seconds go
by. He looks up and his eyes go wide. Ducking quickly as the
knife flies back towards him and out of frame.
Getting up and turning around he takes a big gulp and grabs
another knife.
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INT TENT EVENING
Sitting on a box in the middle of the tent. The son reads
through a large bound cook book, admiring the pictures
within. A knife falls down from the rigging in front of him.
SON
(falling back off the box)Yow!
Turning pale, he slowly gets up. Looks around and quickly
exits the tent.
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EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. MIDDAY
Knife in hand, the son throws towards the target. Striking
it in the centre. Throwing his hands up in the air, he turns
to his father who sits a short distance away. A small smile
shoots across his face. Picking up another knife, he turns
to look at his father. Smiling he flips the knife, slipping
in the process and cutting his hand.
FATHER
(eyes rolling back, shaking his
head)
The father walks away as the son lifts up off the ground.

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INT TENT MIDDAY
With a bandaged hand he hesitantly throws towards the target
with his left. Hitting one of the lone pears sitting on the
edge of the table. A look of amazement crosses his face.
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EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. MIDDAY
Slumping down onto the table. The son angrily looks at his
father.
FATHER
(Hands a knife to his son and leaves. Shaking his head as he
walks away.)
Taking the knife the son slams it down onto something off
camera.
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EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. EVENING
Standing with his back towards the target, he throws a knife
towards the target.
CUT TO:
Son exaggeratedly throws two knives at once, making assorted
noises.
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EXT. CIRCUS COURTYARD. MIDDAY (CONTINUTATION)
A squelch comes from the table. Looking down he see's a
pepper split in half on the table. Getting off the table and
peering at the pepper he gazes towards the cookbook sitting
in the corner of the room. Eyes dart back to the pepper and
a smile comes across his face. Lifting the two halves up
high he starts to laugh.
FADE TO BLACK.

MONTAGE MUSIC FADES. SLOWER MUSIC BEGINS

Ext. Food stall

A knife comes gliding down onto assorted vegetables. The son

scoops them onto a plate. Handing it over to a black coated
man. From beneath his coat the man smiles. Revealing his
fathers face.
FATHER
Throws an apple into the shack behind the son
SON
Quickly grabs a knife and hurls it back towards the apple,
striking it and pinning it to the wall.

The two share a smile

FADE TO BLACK.
END CREDITS

Lewis Maddison 26 Oct, 2015 12:07