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It's like a lost and found. That's what
this place is.

Hey, you know what I feel like? A
matchmaker.

That's good, that. A matchmaker.

I've booked flyers for Bangkok, Snake
Axe into Madison Square Garden. This is

the first time I've found a man's
brother -in -law for him. What next?

Who can tell?

How many years has it been since I saw
you, Carlos?

Sixteen?

Salerno? Ah, Salerno. Very nice.

Got the glasses?

Cups, I have.

Glasses, no.

I think a little drink is called for,
eh?

You get no opposition from me, huh?

Cheer up, Carlo.

You found your brother -in -law and lost
your sense of humour.

He owes you money or something.

We surprise him.

Well, he might try to look a bit more
happy about it.

I have an English wife.

How do I come to have an Italian brother
-in -law? By mistake.

I never saw you before in my life.

I tell you one word.

Just one word.

And then you'll remember.

Go on.

Omer.

Omer.

Omer.

Omer.

That's all finished with.

It doesn't matter. You took the oath.

It was 16 years ago.

I've never been back to Italy, not once.
It doesn't matter.

It's the highest card.

The only thing I can trump it.

What's that?

A death certificate.

What do I have to do?

That's better.

Much better.

This man.

Yes?

No, but... Just kidding.

you

The day Sunday knocks, I'll have a heart
attack.

Mrs. Bennett?

Yes. I'd like to see your husband.

So would I.

Carlo is not here? No. He went to London
last week.

He must have missed his connection back.

May I sit down?

Oh, yes, by all means. But don't expect
him to walk in. I've been doing that for

three days. It doesn't do any good.

Carlo and I are old friends.

Oh, really?

Where in Italy?

Yes, I've seen him a few times since I
came to England. Maybe you know where

he's gone.

No, just business. He said that's all
business.

Like it was the men's club and all women
were prohibited.

Mrs. Bennett.

Your husband's in trouble.

A lot of trouble.

How do you know? Because I did it with
him.

Well, what does that mean?

Certain people are after us.

He told me. I see.

Well, he wanted to work with us.

And I'm scared.

But why? I mean... I mean, what can they
do to you? Turn us over to the police.

Then what?

We'll be deported.

Undesirable aliens.

Back to Italy?

That's right.

But that would mean he'd be killed.
Exactly. Now you know why I want to see

Together we might be able to arrange
something. Alone we're just far away.

Are you sure you don't know where he is?

No.

No, I told you. He went to London.

Since then I've heard nothing.

Not a phone call, not a postcard.

Nothing. Will you tell me if you... Do
you hear anything from him?

Yes, of course I will.

Wait a moment. I mean, how will I get in
touch with you?

Leave it to me.

I won't be far away.

Oh, fine.

No, no, don't tell me.

High wire.

No?

No, let's see then.

Lions? Tigers?

No.

No, no good. Give in.

Actually, Mr. James, I need your help.

That's what I'm here for. Nine till six,
Monday to Friday. I'm looking for an

Italian. He's a rather mild character.
About your height and wears glasses.

Oh, dear me. You'll have to do better
than that.

A lot of people come through that door.
A lot of them are Italians.

Well, maybe these will help. They belong
to him.

A clown, eh?

Yes. That's why I came to you.

Don't they call this place the home of
the circus?

Like a lot of other homes, lady, it
seemed better days.

If I took them posters down the walls,
it'd cave in.

Do you know him?

I might.

He was supposed to kill an acquaintance
of mine.

Sorry, lady.

You must have the wrong man.

I don't think so.

Someone, I don't know who, hired him. At
the last minute, he lost his nerve and

ran away.

Look, lady, just who the hell are you?

Why do you go to the police?

Because this man's in trouble.

And you'd like to keep it in the family,
wouldn't you?

Who'd want your friend killed anyway?

Italians, that's all I know. Why should
I trust you?

Because I came to you and not the
police.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's true.

All right, then.

That's him?

His name's Carlo Bernetti.

Known as Bennett over there.

But he's no killer.

This man's gentle.

The most violent thing in his life is
laughter.

One day he'll be an Auguste. Everyone
says so. Takes time, though. What's an

Auguste? The tops.

The clown who's always wrong.

The big losers, they call them.

But they always win in the end. When did
you last meet Carlo?

Last week. His brother -in -law met him
here.

In Italian?

Yeah.

Carlo didn't seem happy about it. Not
happy at all.

Relatives putting a squeeze on him,
something like that.

Yes, you were here.

Yeah, it was here in this office. We all
had a drink together.

Get the bottle for my little girl.

She made this lampshade for me.

Oh, she's very clever with her fingers,
this little Edith. Were they speaking

Italian or English?

English? Oh, there was the odd word of
Italian.

I remember this other fellow said
something.

Omerta. That was it.

I used to speak a bit myself, you know.
A la sua salute. Are you sure it was

Omerta? Yeah, more or less.

Mr. James, where can I find Carter?

Well, it's only a small service.

Things aren't easy these days. Empty
pockets. Where?

I'm looking it up for you.

You want to sleep?

Horse for a shoe.

Well, how are you getting on?

He's been very helpful.

It's your honest face. He never done
that for me.

Does the word America mean anything to
you?

Who mentioned that?

Carla's brother -in -law. They were in
here together last week. It's a note.

Whose? The Mafia.

Mafia? Conspiracy of silence.

Talk and you die.

Keep quiet. We look after you. That's
the general trend of it.

peddling it's the thing i told you about
london montreal new york yeah part of a

five million dollar network now i wonder
what hole they got over that clown

relations in italy that sort of thing

so carlo had to become a gunman or else

all right yes i'll tell you what you
have to do later first there's the

of protecting my neck of course that's
incidental of course

Fancy being fired out of a cannon.

Oh, it's you.

Any word from Colin? No.

It's a week now.

Yes, I know it is.

Does he think we keep a candle burning
in the window for him?

Who does he think he is?

A clown grows too big for these baggy
breeches.

Anything else?

Listen, Ricky.

Now you listen.

Carlos will be drawing this dump and
don't you forget it.

If it wasn't for him, you'd be running
some sort of a bingo parlor.

Who does he think I am, Dr. Barnard?

You can stand a little charity. Let's
just don't run on charity.

Well, what am I supposed to do about it?

Get him back.

Oh, don't you think that I want him
back?

Every time I come in here, it's a battle
for you.

What's wrong with you?

Maybe it's you. And don't maul me.

All right.

Just let me deliver the message.

There's a female journalist coming to
write about the circus.

About us? Why not?

Nothing. She'll be here for a few days.
I'm putting her in with you.

Why me? Because you're so sociable.

This is a double trailer. That's only
you win it. Oh, thank you very much. And

what happens if Carlo comes back? We'll
worry about that when it happens, shall

we? Look, you've got no right to push me
around.

Don't talk to me about rights.

I own this trailer. I own everything in
it.

Now, the bird cages are yours.

You drink out of my cups, you eat off my
plates. Remember that.

And if Carlo doesn't get back here
before Saturday, you'll be in the tree.

Understand?

When does she arrive?

Sometime today.

What's her name?

Mrs. Katherine Gunn.

What's this?

There's only one person walking around
here. Now, come on, get on with it. Go

on.

How are the bookings, Mr. Gutman?

Well, they seem better.

Sure, but have you seen worse?

What?

Oh, God.

Hey, what's this?

Mrs. Gale said you were expecting her.
That's right.

Mrs. Gale, welcome to the circus.

Thank you. Nice of you to let me stay.

Traveler too, we can use a slice of free
publicity.

That's rather what I thought.

Pardon me if I feel rather like an
American tourist.

Straight from the Eiffel Tower and ready
for the room. This is Leggo, one of our

clients. How do you do, Leggo? Nice to
meet you, Mrs. Gale. Sure, up there.

Hello. This is Colin and the three
dollars.

They all sound like Italians.

Italian, I guess, but Arturo's a cockney
boy.

Tell you what, this is nice when the
backstage boy puts Mrs. Garsling in

college, kind of, Emily. Right on, boss.
I'll put you in when Mrs. Bennett, one

of the clowns, works. She doesn't mind?

No, not at all. Her husband's away.

See?

Now, business.

I'll be back in a few days.

I see.

All the same, travelling around like
this must be very difficult, trying to

everybody fit.

Yes, there's never time to get to a
doctor's. Now, take Leggo there. I

he was going down with a bad knee, but
he seems all right again. Now, thank

goodness.

I warn you, you're going to get tired of
me asking questions. Well, I don't have

much time to answer them. You'll be
surprised the amount of paperwork it

to keep this loving business. Yes, I can
imagine.

I'll get someone to help you with Lego.

When you're finished.

You were safe.

Who knows most about circuses, honey?

There's only one person.

Who's that?

The professor.

The professor?

Yes, that's right.

Whatever it is, so long as it's
circuses, he'll know about it. Biggest,

smallest, oldest, heaviest. Just ask
him. How do I find him? Anyone will tell

him.

Is this some kind of joke?

Not at all.

All right.

Ask the professor. That's what I'll do.
Come on. I'll show you a quarter.

Bye.

Bye.

Don't take it out on me. There's nothing
I could do.

Nice cases.

She must be a successful journalist.

One of my dreams.

Matching suitcases from jewellery box to
trunk.

Dreams. Yeah, see you around.

Yeah. Oh, how's the job?

Oh, not so bad. Get a bit dirty at the
end of the day. Otherwise, OK.

Thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Dennis? Yeah. I'm Catherine
Gale. Hello. Kind of you to take me in.

Well, I didn't have much choice, but
I'll be very glad of the company.

I understand your husband's away for a
while.

Yes, that's right.

Look, why don't you put some of your
things over there? Thanks.

Is this Carla?

Yes, it is. Have you always been with
the other two?

Since the war.

It helps, does it, working in a team?

Yes, it helps.

How do they decide what sort of makeup
they should use?

Well, a clown's makeup's his copyright.

It's the only thing he can call his own.

You can steal his material, but not his
makeup. Once he's settled on it, he

keeps it.

It's his trademark.

That's interesting.

Where is he now?

You want to see me?

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm the professor.

Oh, I had no idea.

If you want to know anything about the
circus, ask me.

The circus.

Any circus.

Thank you. That'll be very helpful.

My family's been in this business since
the 15th century.

Court jesters.

That's what they were.

That's interesting.

Do you know...

Why a lion trainer carries a chair?

To keep the lions at a distance.

Ah, but the lion doesn't know that the
chair isn't part of the man.

When he snaps at the chair leg, he
thinks he's going to wound him.

When he doesn't, he gives up.

Do you know how many trainers died of
injuries last year?

No, I don't know.

Twenty -two.

Have you any money with you?

Yes, a little.

For a fiver?

I'll tell you what you really want to
know.

Oh, what's that?

Where Carlo is.

Carlo? But I just came down here to take
some pictures and to write an article.

Ah. Then you won't want to know what he
is, will you?

No.

Okay.

But if you should change your mind, just
ask me the professor.

All right, hold it.

That's marvelous, thanks.

Now let's get on with your own work,
Martin.

Thanks.

Oops!

When's this article coming out, then?
That I don't know. It all depends where

editor sees fit.

Hold it, Professor.

Just like the queen.

How about one down there?

Could you do a... Careful.

Could you do an Eros thing for me?

That's lovely.

Thanks. Why did you pick on a small
circuit? It's like a... The article's

a series showing how the little men
struggle against the mobiles. You know,

corner grocer against the super
marketeer. You with me?

Yes, Professor.

Now come forward, Professor.

Oui. Gotcha.

We must go to see the lines, Mrs.

Gale. Oh, but...

No news there, Mrs. Bennett.

No. No, and I'm worried.

It isn't like Carlos. That was last
week's fish. Come on, tell me where is

But I've told you I don't know where he
is. You must. A man just doesn't vanish

into thin air.

Well, this one did.

I don't believe you.

Why wouldn't I tell you if I knew where
he was?

And it's no good you trying to force it
out of me. I've told you I don't know

where he is.

Look, leave me alone.

What's it got to do with you anyway?

I have to find it. We have a business
together.

Let go.

You're hurting my arm.

I can't break it. Let me go.

No one knows where Carla is, so you stay
away from here. If I see your nose

around here again, I'll push it for your
head. Understand? Yes, I understand.

Go on, get out.

If you know what's good for you, you do
as you're told.

All right, Richard?

Yes, yes.

I'm all right, sir.

Anytime. I'll get the boys to look out
for him.

I'm glad you've got your gloves on for
that one.

Come on, we're not going to get a bug.

Why do you keep running away?

We're nervous.

What of?

Everything. Now, just keep still.

Can't you take your hands away from your
face?

Why not?

Oh, come on, please.

The union won't allow it.

He's in a bad mood.

I do something wrong? No, he's always
like that. He's touchy. He'll get over

He's only been with us about eight
years. He's a beginner.

It's a good thing. Is it to work in a
team? Oh, yes.

But it takes a long time to work up a
that.

Years. Can I have some more pictures?
Sure. Help yourself.

Everybody wipes their feet on him.

You'd think he was a doormat.

You can hardly expect a clown to be a
tough character. Yes, but just because

he's a clown doesn't mean to say that he
can't be human.

Isn't he?

Well, he's got so little ambition
sometimes, I wonder.

Where would ambition take him?

Oh, to a better circus.

You'd think he couldn't do better than
this, Pete.

Oh.

He's so loyal, you know, he's sick.

Fatal dose of loyalty, that's what he's
got.

Who didn't say he was loyal to me, too?

Oh, Gatman.

The boss.

He gave Carlo his first job when he came
over here. Since then he's been on

Carlo's back like a hump.

Even now Carlo's scouting around,
hiding.

Hiding?

Well, I don't know where he is, do I?

No, I suppose not.

Oh, he should be doing so well for
himself.

Two years ago we did a show on Boxing
Day.

Do you remember how cold it was?

Anyway, it was too cold for a decent
house.

There are about six kids and a dog in.

Well, does Carlo skimp?

No. He does the whole act. The bag and
the trick.

Gets soaking wet.

He's had a cold ever since.

We've let Bedouin... Oh, do you mind,
love?

I'm sorry.

They tell me Carlo's a riot in the ring,
and yet he's always sad outside.

Why is that?

Mrs. Gay.

I'm going to let you into a big secret
clowns get to have.

After three shows, he comes back here.
What do you expect him to do, dance?

He has his supper, a glass of beer, and
bed.

Reasonable.

If he loves children so much, why has he
never had any?

Would you like to bring up your kids in
this horse manure and sawdust?

Maybe not.

We had a baby.

A little boy.

He died.

You didn't want any more?

Not if they die in a blizzard on
Salisbury Bay.

Anyway, Carlo's scared of kids.

He spends his whole life entertaining
them.

That's why.

I don't follow.

In 1943, Carlo was in the Italian Air
Force.

He was on a bombing mission.

It was a mistake.

The navigator's fault. Come on, darling.

Pretty boy.

But of course, Carlo holds himself
responsible.

What happened?

They dropped a bomb in a convent.

Eighty children were killed and for
none.

Funny. Just as though he'd disappeared.

And any other contact?

No, I asked around.

Excuse me.

Billboard office.

Yeah, he is.

It's for you.

Mrs. Gale, our roving reporter. This is
your editor. How are you?

Good.

You've no idea how difficult it is to
get through to a circus.

Yeah, I've spoken to everybody from the
ringmaster downwards.

What was the terrible line?

It isn't at your end?

Oh, good.

Well, what's the news?

Hmm.

Stick by. He's bound to contact her
again.

If not, the opposition.

Uh -huh.

No, I'm working now. There's no news.

What?

Listening what?

Oh, photograph.

Good. I'll look out for him.

Arturo.

Yeah, I'll ask about him.

Anything you're wanting, love?

Oh, you'll have to wait for that. Then
I'll scrub your back for you. Eh?

Who's Arturo?

He's another of Gutman's clowns.

Cockney boy.

He's all right. They've been around for
years.

What sort of a gang is this?

No news of Carlo, then?

No news.

What do you want?

Your photos, don't I?

In the dark?

Why are you so interested in photos and
so reluctant to pose for them?

Didn't modesty, surely?

These photos go in all the magazines,
don't they?

These magazines go all over the country,
don't they?

Yes.

You wanted for something?

Well, it's my missus.

I've been blistered once and that's me
lot.

I promise you, your photo won't be
published.

Good night.

Hello.

Our tour is getting very friendly.

He just wanted to see your picture.

Mmm. Not bad.

You're good.

You know that?

Thank you.

Real good.

Still haven't taken up enough five
pounds.

No, I haven't, have I?

Let him lie.

How well do you know Terry?

Ah, so -so.

He hasn't been with us long.

Is it difficult to get a job like his?

Not if you're around at the right time.

Well, have a look at this.

See the bandage?

Nothing like that, Mrs. Gill.

Accidents in a circus is like coffee
drinks in an office. Yes, I'm sure, but

take a look at this one.

Taken a day later.

Ah, the tattoo.

Now, obviously he was trying to hide it.
Now, why would he do that?

Come on, Professor, you're supposed to
be my Bible.

I don't know.

Everybody in the circus has got him.

Well, what would make you want to hide
it?

Who said he did?

Well, why else would he cover it up?

Perhaps it was sore.

The first few days can be very painful.

The first few days?

It's red and sore from prickling the
skin.

That's the answer. The tattoo was a new
one, with a bit of camouflage to help

him get in the circus.

Could be.

Thank you for your help, Professor.

Don't mention it.

Not supposed to be obvious, no.

Not for the wind.

Are you following me? Who, Sire? Oh,
why?

To make sure you get wherever you're
going.

Well, I'm safe now. Thank you very much.
You don't have to bother. How do you

know our friend won't come back?

He won't because you scared him away.

Well, if you say so. Oh, I do.

But thanks anyway.

Sorry. Good night.

Good night.

How are you, my love? I'm fine.

And how are you?

Cold is about the same. Oh, poor
darling.

Any news?

No, no more snoopers.

Good. Tell me, have you been to hospital
today? Mm -hmm. How's Lego? Oh, he's

better, much better. He's getting up
tomorrow, crutches everything, and he's

his cartilage in a little jar in the
locker.

He would.

He's also getting very inquisitive.

He wants to know about the houses, how
you're getting on without him, and how

much longer you want him to stay away.

I'd like an answer to that one, too.

What are we going to do, Ricky?

It's your decision, Tom.

I'm scared.

Of hiding.

Of the threats.

Of doing nothing.

I can't fight an organization like that.

Even in England?

Anywhere.

The Mafia knows no boundaries.

There's one way out.

Do as they say.

This man's deed.

I don't know him.

Don't you see? It's as if he were
walking over our graves.

Either he dies, or we do.

I'm sorry, darling.

You cannot shoot a man in cold blood.

Well, I could.

I could if it meant my life, my family,
and everything depended on it.

Oh, Carlo's scruples are fine, in the
right place.

But ask yourself, are they being warned
this year?

What do you mean?

But, darling, they know me. What about
the man that beat me up? It's not you

they're after. It's me. Yes, but
couldn't they get at you through me,

hand? Oh, Carla, you're such an ostrich,
you know that. You bury your own little

hand and that's all you care about.
That's not true. But they could take me

time they want.

If it did that, I would... Oh, darling.

Why, I have to die before you do
something.

Oh, please, wouldn't it be easy to do
what they ask of me today?

It is just possible.

It's got to be more than possible.

Colin, look.

This envelope.

There are two tickets for Saturday
night, the final performance.

Send them to Steve.

You've got his address.

He won't leave the circus alive.

If you want to do it, I will. No, not
you.

One of us must stay clean.

Final performance.

Mr. Ryan?

Yeah, that's me.

Could you copy this for me?

Huh.

Does that mean yes or no?

Depends. Of course, if it's beyond you,
perhaps you could recommend another

tattooist, someone you think might be
able to help you. That's a speciality of

mine. I've done one like that only last
week. Oh, really?

What's up?

Well, I'm afraid if it's that common,
it's no use.

Huh. First job this year.

Hello.

Very expensive job, that.

Not one of your kiss -me -quick touches.

I'd like to see the original.

You mean on the geezer's arm? Yes.

I haven't got him tacked up in the back
room, you know.

No samples?

Perhaps you can tell me where I can find
him.

All right.

Two generations of ramps worked in this
book.

Really? Yes. Well, now let me see what
we've got.

A pair of rampant lions.

I love you, Louise.

One inlaid lady on rocks.

Oh, here we are.

A 14 -stroke B, number 4, ink.

Is that it? The work order.

Mr. Terry of Gutman Circus.

I've always fancied a girl with a
caravan of her own.

What are you doing here?

I've come to the circus.

Thanks very much for the tickets. I
didn't send you any tickets.

You didn't? Not two for the last
performance?

No. Things are hotting up a bit, aren't
they?

Did you get all the stuff I did send
you? I did, thank you.

I was right about Terry. He had a tattoo
a couple of days before he joined the

circus, so he's probably a phony.

Tattoo's like a passport around here.

How come you know so much about tattoos?

I took it at school instead of
needlework.

Photos. If someone comes in, who shall I
say you are? You're going to

exaggerate, sir. I'm an old friend now.

There you are. That's the one you took
of Carlo off the wall. That's the one of

Lego that you took.

There. Now, notice the resemblance.

Have a look at the eyes.

Well?

Glazed, a bit fish -like.

Contact lenses.

You sure?

Absolutely.

Now, Carlo's pretty short -sighted.

In Mufti, he always wears glasses. He
wore glasses when he was doing that

shooting. Of course, that bottle I found
in his drawer, that was saline

solution. He probably uses it for
flipping the contact lenses in and out.

Do you think Carlo and Lego are one and
the same person? Could be.

Now what?

It's time to bring him out in the open.
Now, we've got Carlo. At least we know

where he is. He must be scared.

He'll be a lot more scared by the time I
finish with him. Is that a good idea?

We've got to find his employers.

It's only through them that we can find
a dope smuggler. Even so.

This is no time for kid gloves.

You're not likely to get him to
cooperate this way. I'm not going to

around and appeal to his better nature.
No, I'm going to threaten him.

Either he gives us that information or
I'll have him deported. By Monday,

be canning tomatoes in Naples.

I'll fight him fire with fire. He's
scared. It's the only language he knows.

You're wrong.

He's not scared?

No, I mean the way you're playing it.

May I remind you, Mrs. Gale, we are
dealing with the Mafia and not the Boy

Scouts. You offer him a satisfactory
alternative to the Mafia and he'll help

you. Sir, you're an idealist. And you're
a cynic. Oh, don't we have this

conversation? There's no time for it
now. Time is precious. Where's my...

are you going?

To the circus.

Don't forget you're expected.

I shall be delighted to oblige.

Can I help?

Yes, you can.

You're lost?

Not at all.

Nor are you.

And just as soon as the crowd is
leaving, I'll keep up behind him.

And it'll all be over.

A shot, panic.

And that's it.

Oh, at last.

It's here already.

Do you think you'll be able to go
through with it? Yes, I'm sure. Yes, but

didn't the last time. Things were
different then.

Look, Alan, I'll wait for you in the
trailer. Look, perhaps you can get Terry

stay with you.

Oh, but why?

A little protection might be a good
thing. Well, it won't be necessary if

your job. Look, I've already said I
would not. Don't keep on at me.

Nothing.

All right.

We keep it to see Lego yet? Yes, he's
much better. He's already starting to

walk. Oh, that's good then, isn't it? Be
back next week.

Oh, that suit you?

Oh, more or less.

All right, so don't tell me.

I only work here.

I just told him.

I think so. He's scared I might harl his
wife.

What do we do with him afterwards? If he
bungles his getaway and gets caught,

then so much the better. If not, we'll
have to take care of him.

He's so scared that he shakes. He can't
wait to talk.

I'll see you after the show.

Yes.

She just popped out. She'll be back in a
minute. May I wait?

By all means.

I, uh... I don't think we've met.

I'm a journalist doing a story on the
circus.

Sounds interesting. Do you specialize in
circuses? No, it's the first one I've

had anything to do with. They're
fascinating places.

What are you doing here? Come inside,
and I'll tell you.

I thought you had to be involved.

She doesn't know anything.

Less than an hour ago, she wasn't here
talking to Steed.

Steed? Oh, you mean the man with the
roller? What is it? To see that your

husband carries out his promise,
Cardinal doesn't always do what he says.

You should know that. He meant it this
time. I'm glad.

So perhaps you won't mind if I stay till
we make sure.

We'll just sit here quietly and wait.

Good

evening.

We meet again.

You didn't bring a gun with you. Or do
you keep that just for the...

Arturo. Where's Carlo now?

He's waiting for you in the ring.

You'll be with Carlo to see that nothing
goes wrong. He'll manage.

Maybe you're underestimating this, um,
what did you say his name was? Seed. And

if you were a journalist, you'd remember
names. You'll hear just two shots.

Why two? One for Seed and one for Carlo.

Carlo? Why, Carlo is doing what you want
him to do, isn't he? Carlo shoots Seed

and Terry shoots Carlo with Seed's gun.
What could be simpler?

Maybe something will go wrong. Nothing
will go wrong. Terry will see to that.

Terry? Oh, didn't you know? He's my
number two.

But that's fine. The time nearly threw
you out.

Convincing, wasn't it? He gets quite
carried away.

If I hadn't caught it, I'd have killed
you.

Yes, I can believe you.

Oh, master.

Look, I better go and warn Carlo. You
stay there.

Steve knows all about Terry.

Why the change of heart then, Carlo? I
thought that you were going to throw him

up, you know.

Fight him?

The rain.

The lion's feet rain.

The best lion tamer I ever knew wouldn't
go on if it was raining.

He didn't answer my question.

You cannot walk away from the mafia, Mr.
Steve.

It's not the social club. I know that.
And lots of junkies in America, they

it too. What is it?

Merchants of slow death, they're called?

Sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

But you can, you know, if you want to
do. I'll help you. Now, what's their,

well, their hold over you?

I remember.

I did when I was a kid.

It's too late now. Much too late, Mr.
Steve. Drop your gun.

The gang's all here. That's right.

Didn't know that, did you, Carlo?

Fancy trying to brainwash Claude Carlo.

Like he says, they won't let you walk
away.

I think you're underestimating. Do you?

Remember Ricky?

Seeker's with her now, waiting.

Better get on with it, Carlo.

He's got a gun.

Why doesn't he do it? Ask him if he
wants to see his wife again.

What's going to happen to him
afterwards?

Are you going to allow him to walk
around, knowing what he does? Come on,

get on with it.

Seems to see we've got him well trained.

Just like a monkey.

Did I say?

No. It's my fault. I made him do it. He
didn't want to.

Didn't I tell you? Now tell me how many
more. None at all. Just put that gun on

the table and I'll walk out. You need
never see me again. But I want to. You

In the dark. You have a sense of humor.
That's good. But it'll take more than

that to stop Terry. Now shut up.

And if you speak or shout, you'll die
even sooner.

Terrible atmosphere in here. Why don't
you open the window?

Seeker, the dope peddler.

Where he comes from, nobody knows where
he goes to.

Let me go, I need to spend it. I must
find Carlo. He's waiting in the caravan.

For the police.

He hasn't got much time.

What happened?

He turned up bumper trumps, old Carlo.

He shot Terry instead of me. There were
two shots.

That was Terry in nose diving into the
dust.

Are you shaking?

I'm not surprised if I am.

Do you think I've been killed?

Yes, I did for a while.

Well, I'm not.

You really thought you'd last me.

Disappointment, isn't it?