EXT, PARK – DAY.
Lake, trees, grass, blue sky. Idyllic scene. George Seurat would love it. In the middle of this Eden, a Mime does his thing on the recently mowed grass. Adults and kids smile, laugh, applaud. The Mime smiles back.
ANNOUNCER: (VO) Well, isn’t that sweet. He’s making these nice folks happy. Apparently, that makes him happy. You’d wouldn’t think he’d ever hurt anybody. But you’d be wrong. Who is this pasty-faced individual?
MIME FROM HELL MONTAGE
Various glimpses of a Mime’s lousy life. Mundane, depressing crap, but also twisted madness. Crappy apartment, stupid parties, evil smiles, brooding looks in the mirror, a paranoiac conspiracy theory busy board titled “MY MISSION.” A web of red lines and arrows connecting photos of “PEOPLE I HATE.” A mutilated photo of Shakes the Clown is in the “PEOPLE I REALLY HATE” section.
The Announcer keeps talking throughout this sequence.
Announcer: (OS) Jacques La Morte is his real name.
But he calls himself “Mime.”
That’s Jacques’ profession, his identity, and his mission in life.
Don’t confuse that with his job. Children’s birthday parties?
That’s a soul crushing humiliation. It’s not his mission.
Children’s laughter pays the bills, nothing more.
Jacques true mission isn’t funny at all.
But he keeps that a secret. He keeps it to himself. He’s good at that.
You might call him the silent type.
The smile on Jacques’ face is painted. It’s an obvious fake. But the worlds he creates in his mind are very real.
So real they can kill.
TELEKENTIC MURDER MIME MONTAGE
Various examples of Jacques’ telekinetic Mime powers.
Announcer: (VO) An invisible box.
Jacques does the invisible box trick — then traps a poor slob inside, suffocating him.
Announcer: (VO) A wind from nowhere.
Jacques walks into a violent wind that seems to push him down the sidewalk. A woman walking her adorable puppy thinks that’s amusing. Jacques grabs the tempest and throws it at her. And blows them both into the next county.
Announcer: (VO) Bullets.
Jacques points his index finger — and shoots invisible bullets into a pimply clerk’s head.
Announcer: (VO) Knives.
Jacques throws a non-existent switchblade into a traffic cop’s heart.
Announcer: (VO) Or invisible hands that rip you in half.
A jolly town meeting. The beloved town mayor is at the lectern. The happy crowd loves him.
Then Jacques tears the beloved town mayor asunder. With giant mental hands. But invisible. Like that Monster from the Id in “Forbidden Planet.”
The happy crowd starts screaming.
FADE TO BLACK
Audio of screaming continues. (OS) Then it fades, too.
Announcer: (VO) Don’t try to stay on Jacques’ good side. He doesn’t have one.
Stay as far away from him as possible.
But that’s very hard to do.
Especially when Jacques wants to get close to you.
INT, CIRCUS TENT - DAY
Calliope music. A clown car circles around inside the tent. Happy people fill the stands. It’s a good day.
INT, CLOWN CAR — STILL DAY
The clown car is stuffed with clowns. Like sardines with big shoes. It looks uncomfortable. The cramped clowns don’t seem to mind. They’re laughing it up, goofing around, doing what clowns do. But not for long.
Jacques’ gargantuan MIME face appears in the clown car windshield. That kills the laughter.
The clowns start screaming in terror. The clown at the wheel loses his grip. The clown car loses control, spins into a tent pole — and explodes in a roiling fireball. The circus tent goes up in flames — and collapses in on itself. Now everybody’s screaming. Until they stop screaming. Oh, the humanity.
It’s a bad day.
FADE TO BLACK
The screen is just a big black rectangle. Nothing but nothing.
Then a tiny white dot pops up in the middle of the blackness. It slowly gets bigger. Then rapidly expands. Like a jolly white balloon? No. It’s
Jacques’ evil, grinning, pasty MIME face. That face keeps getting bigger. Until it fills the screen. The MIME mouth opens. It looks it’s about to say something. Nope.
The MIME thing merely raises an albino finger to its blood-red lips.
The “silence” gesture.
FADE TO BLACK
Announcer: (VO) Mime.
He’s silent but deadly.
You’ll never hear him coming.