Tiki

8th draft
Written by

Balint Mark Turi

Jacques Simon
Fruzsina Szakaly

26.04.2010

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1. EXT. - AT THE CIRCUS TENT - DAY
An endless line of FREAKS meander in front of the DOLOFORO
CIRCUS TENT.

LONG, SLOW TRAVELING

A piece of paper with the word "CASTING" written on it is
taped near the entrance of the tent.
A FAT MAN fails to do a somersault. His trousers split.

A SKINNY MAN dressed in gym vest and shorts is dragging an

oversized weight.
THE JUGGLER TWINS are throwing balls to each other. And 2-3
OTHER PEOPLE waiting in the line.

TIKI, a young man of 25 wearing a backpack, gets in the back

of the line.
He takes off his backpack, looking for something in it. He
takes out a black top hat from the back pack.

Tiki starts to make concentric movements over the top hat

with his hand. Than he draws a white rabbit out of the top
hat. With his other hand he reaches for his pocket and takes
a small chunk of carrot out of it.

He gives the carrot to the rabbit and fondles it.

As he looks up at the beginning of the line he spots LEILA.
A young woman of 25 with dark eyes and long black hair. She
is stunningly beautiful with an inescapably strong aura.

Tiki’s eye is constantly on Leila.

She is holding papers in her hands, walking along the line
looking for someone.

LEILA
Tiki!...Tiki!...Tiki!
Tiki smiles as he makes eye contact with her. She waves,
beckoning him. He points to himself, raising his eyebrows
questioning. Leila continues to waive urgently.

Tiki puts the rabit back to the top hat that he almost
drops. He stumbles, top hat in hand, toward the entrance of
the tent.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.

LEILA
Tiki? That’s you? Sounds like a
midget name.
Tiki is completely lost, tries to manage with his
accessories, looks at Leila without being able to say a
single world.
LEILA
You’re the next.

She nods towards the entrance with a slight smile.

Tiki and Leila enters the tent.

2. INT. - CIRCUS RING - DAY

Tiki walks to the middle of the ring as the 3 judges look

on. M. DOLFORO the 60 year old plump, bold of the circus
sits in the middle. To his left, MAX a 50 year old man with
gray hair and sleepy face, sits chewing a toothpick, clearly
exhausted by the casting. To the right of M. Dolforo, a
younger, ill-favored, stroppy man in his early thirties,
sits RINO.
Leila sits next to Max.
Tiki stands hesitantly in the middle of the ring.

M. DOLFORO
Here you are!
A light flashes in Tiki’s face. He can hardly see, but he
starts his act anyway.

Rino commands the spotlight. He smiles at seeing Tiki’s

nervous unsteadiness.
Tiki takes off his top-hat, dropping it, but just before it
hits the ground, Tiki snags out of the air.
He smiles awkwardly at the JUDGES.
Leila gives a bleak.

He makes circular movements over the top-hat but nothing

happens. Tiki begins shaking the top-hat. Suddenly, a rabbit
bursts out of his jumper, as Tiki scratches at his jumper in
vane to catch the rabbit.
Tiki throws the top-hat. It lands on the table in front of
M. Dolforo. Things fly out of the top-hat.

(CONTINUED)