We find a middle-aged man in his small, messy apartment sitting down on his unmade bed. He is doing drugs. There is a briefcase next to him on the bed. From his somber face and his sloppy clothes, we see he is quite miserable. He is sitting on the bed staring at the ground when he recieves a phone call. He is slow to pick it up, but when he does, he says: "Don't worry, I'll be there. Tell them I got what they want", and he looks at his briefcase. He does some more drugs and leaves his apartment in his sloppy clothes, briefcase in hand.
He gets into his old, beat-up car and puts his briefcase in the back seat. While driving, his expression doesn't change, although he does nervously look at his watch and glance at his briefcase. He might say: "I don't know how much longer I can do this."
He finally pulls up at a simple building in a humble neighborhood. The sky is grey. He gets out of the car, taking his briefcase with him. He knocks on the door of one of the buildings and a woman opens the door, relieved to see him. She says: "Thank God! They won't wait any longer." He walks down the hall into a bathroom and sets his briefcase down. He opens it, and inside we see a box of make-up, a clown suit and a funny wig. He sighs and we see him put on the costume and do his make-up. When he is done, he opens another door, to a crowd of excited little girls cheering, and jumping up and down.
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