INT. PUB - NIGHT
This is a rather one of the underground pubs. Poor clients and poor liquor. Some people dance, some people drink.
A wretched MAN sits at the bar, quietly sipping his beer. Next to him stand JIM and MAX, both with their own emptied glasses.
Man, I hate these fucking
You're walking down the street, minding your own business and then all of the sudden some prick dressed as a bush or whatever fucking jumps at you, giving you a heart attack.
I get it Jim, but it's not something so dangerous.
Then imagine Max that you have a heart disease. You can die! For real.
Man, chill. It's just a joke.
The man next to Jim and Max stands up abruptly, and glares at them both with his eyebrows low. Beat of awkward silence.
Something happened sir?
Beware... Jokes are a powerful weapon.
Jim and Max look at each other with raised brows.
Yeeeeah. Sure old man.
Jim takes out few dollar bils from his wallet and leaves them on the counter. He leans towards BARTENDER.
Thanks for the drinks. We're gonna hit the road.
Bartender just nods. Takes the money and their glasses. Jim and Max glance at the stranger and leave the pub.
The Man stares at the distance aimlessly.
Stranger sits down on his place and sips his beer.
EXT. DARK ALLEY - LATER
Dim narrow street just around the corner from the pub. Jim and Max lay back on the wall. Jim tries to light a cigarette.
Well, that was something.
From the shadows a ragged THIEF appears. Smiling, he takes out his pocket knife and points it towards the two.
Do you have a spare?
Jim and Max tense. They prepare their fists and stand up against him, ready.
Behind the thief the other three emerges. Grin of the first one widens. Jim and Max look at each other. They're stiff.
THE MAN (O.S.)
Oh, Great Jester King from the everlasting Kingdom of Shaletr...
Everyone opens their eyes wide and moves their brows high. Jim and Max turn around to see the man from the pub. Stranger comes closer.
... Let this sacrafice satisfy your saddened soul.
Chanter gets between thieves and troubled pair and stops. He glares at the group of thugs.
Max staggers. Jim stares at the man.
Max lowers his brows. Still frozen.
Thieves look at themselves. Max and Jim brake a little smile. They also cringe.
What the fuck is that!?
The man drags his finger towards the thieves and gives one smug smirk.
Hey, don't cry!
This joke isn't even fucking funny man.
It does not matter.
He drops his hand.
What does this shit suppose to do?
No one answers.
Thank you kindly, Max.
Stranger quickly paces away behind Jim and Max and leaves. Everybody looks at each other. Beat.
Wait, did he just leave?
All of the thieves abruptly start to laugh. Jim's and Max's eyes widen. Thieves are screaming and suffocating. Grasping for their throats and for air.
They drop their knives. They too drop to the floor. Immobile. Dead. Beat. Jim and Max look at each other.
JIM AND MAX
Jim and Max sprint into the direction of the man.
Mister Joke Man!
They run further into the city.