All language subtitles for Circus of Fear eng

I said hold it!

Stop!

Get through there,
over the wall.

Hello, Control?
Hello, Control?

Emergency.
Emergency.

Thank you.

Watch it,
here comes gentleman Joe.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, gentlemen.

Why must these things
always happen at the weekend?

Witnesses?

Yes, sir, the guard.
He's in pretty bad shape.

You bastard!

You had to kill that guard,
didn't you?

- We don't know that he's dead.
- He's dead, all right.

How the hell
do you know he's dead?

Because you shot him
in the chest, that's why.

Get up.

Get up.

I oughta have left you
on the bridge, Mason.

We could still leave him,
you know.

Put that thing away.

Well, what are we gonna do?

We'll have to alter our plans.

I vote you'd stand up
on the questioning

as far as robbery was concerned,
Mason, but...

murder.

That's a different thing,
isn't it?

That'll be the boss.

All right, you get out, you lug.
I'll call you when I want you.

- You, too, Mason.
- Chop.

Jackson.

Yes, boss.

Yes, it's here.

Only one snag,
Mason panicked.

Shot one of the guards.

He's here,
wants his share.

What?

Give him your share
as well as his own?

But...

Yeah, but...

Yeah, all right.

All right, I'll call him.

Mason!

Come in here.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, someone here wins,
wasn't it?

Uh, Mason, you go to Englemere
near Windsor.

Hire a car, but get rid of it
before you arrive.

What's the address?

What address?

Yeah. Yeah.

Ask for the old farm.
You'll be met.

And look,
if you wanna stay alive,

you get there.

It's your only hope.

Yeah. Yeah.

The rest of us will carry on
as arranged.

Right.

Who is the boss?

No one knows,
best that way.

All you've gotta do
is get it there safely.

If you do, he'll get you
out of the country.

If you don't...

Sling over that case.

- How long have you been there?
- Just came in.

I didn't mean to kill him.

It just happened.

How was I to know
he was gonna do something crazy?

It was his own fault!

He shouldn't have started
a fight!

Shut up, Mason.

Manfred,
you know what to do.

I will meet you in a week's time

to arrange to get the money
out of the country.

- What about my share?
- You'll get your share

when you've finished your job.

Hello?

Did he give a name?

Hmm, one of those.

All right, put him through.

Hello? Hello?

Who's that speaking?

Yeah...

1-1-6-9-M-M.

Yes, but how do you...

Hello?

Hello?!

Damn.

Tip off on the Tower Bridge job.

Green utility van, that number,
heading north on the M1.

Do you think it's genuine, sir?

It's the only lead we've got.

You must learn to be thankful
for small blessings.

Get through
to information room,

- quick.
- Yes, sir.

Sir.

We've had a report.
The van crashed.

One man died,
name of Jackson.

Oh, at least they've got him,
alive or dead.

We made progress.

Did they get anything
from the others?

Yes, sir, they reported
that a man named Mason

did the shooting.

- Oh, what's happened to him?
- They don't seem to know, sir.

All they can tell us
is that he was sent off

with a lot of the money.

Well, that's quite simple,
isn't it?

All we've gotta do
is to find our Mr. Mason.

Good evening.

Ah, good evening, sir.
You're right on time!

- We're just opening.
- No, thanks. I don't drink.

Can you tell me where
I can find the old farm?

It's about a mile further down
the road just passed the lake.

Great big place,
you can't miss it.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?

Hello?

Hello?!

Hello?

Hello?

It's me wi... with the money.

No!

Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
we have great pleasure

in presenting

The Flying Anatoles!

Come on, take it, Joe!

Ready?

- Good evening, Mr. Barberini.
- Good evening, Carl.

- Good house tonight, huh?
- Always the same,

plenty of people when
the season is nearly finished.

- Good evening, Mr. Barberini.
- Natasha, you're on next.

- Where is your uncle?
- He's just coming.

Good.

- Ah, Gregor, good evening.
- Good evening.

I hope that you're not using
Sheba in the act tonight.

You don't have to worry
about her.

She has already been sent
to winter quarters.

Good, that cat is dangerous.

I don't want you involved
in another accident.

The Great Gregor!

Have you ever seen him
without that mask?

Yes, indeed,
before his accident.

And, uh,
was he really badly scratched?

My friend, it was one
of the worst accidents

that I've ever seen.

You like my legs,
don't you?

Do me up, darling.

Give me a light.

And I think you'd better go.

They'll be calling for me
in a minute.

Ah, evening, Mr. Barberini.

Ah, Mr. Big, go call
Gina and Mario, they're on next.

Don't even bother.

- Mario, where is Gina?
- I'll go and get her.

You stay there.

What's the matter
with Gina these days?

- She's always late!
- Mr. Barberini,

she's all right.

She'll be here,
I promise.

- Where have you been?
- That's none of your business.

What do you mean
that's none of my business?

- Where have you been?
- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

That's quite enough.

- Gregor.
- What do you want?

I want to have
a word with you

- after the show.
- I haven't got anything

- to say to you.
- Gregor, just a minute.

Careful how you speak to me.

It could be most expensive.

I'll never get the hang of this.

Who are you?

What do you want?

- Work.
- You'd better see the boss.

You can talk to me.

It's all right, Mr. Big.

Now then,
what's your name?

That's my business.

I see.

Have you ever worked
in the circus before?

Maybe.

Listen, boy,
you'd better tell the truth.

- Why have you come here?
- I just told you.

All I want is work.

What is it, Carl?

Well, uh, it's a man
who wants work.

We don't want any help.

I don't want hard work.

But why do you come
to the circus in the wintertime?

It's the worst possible time
of the year.

- Carl, you know this man?
- No.

I've never seen him
before in my life.

All right, Eddie,
take his name.

If there is any work,
I will let you know.

Where are you living?

I'll be around.

Carl, I wish to talk to you.

Okay, let's have your name
and address.

Forget it.
I will be back.

All right, let him go.

I know he's a
second-hand car dealer,

but this time,
he's probably telling the truth.

What in the devil
are your people up to, Elliot?

Good morning, Sir John.

There's a bank guard shot in
broad daylight on Tower Bridge.

You account
for every man in the gang,

except the one
who did the shooting.

What have you got
to say for yourself?

Now, you've always told me, sir,
that patience

is a policeman's biggest virtue.

Poppycock!
We've been patient for a week.

Now I've got half Fleet Street
sitting on my back.

I know, sir.
I read the papers, too.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.

Oh, look, sir,
we have got something.

Three days ago, we picked up
a second-hand car dealer

passing some
of the missing notes.

It seems that on the day
of the robbery,

he sold a car to a man who
answered Mason's description.

- And?
- Do help yourself, sir.

We've got a full-scale search on for the
car of course.

But so far
it hasn't turned up.

I'm afraid for the moment,
we are at a bit of a dead end.

Good evening, Gregor.

- Have you got my money?
- Tomorrow night.

Just a minute, Gregor.

Tomorrow night will be
your last chance.

I'll be waiting for you.

Good night.

What are you doing here?

I'm just checking up

that the animals
are all right for the night.

If there is any checking
to be done in these quarters,

- I will do it myself.
- So I see.

Well, there it is, sir.

We've alerted every bank
in the country.

We've the numbers
of all the notes.

So far, nothing has turned up,

and there's still no sign
of Mason.

Two weeks.
No murderer, no money.

- Patience, Sir John.
- 14 days,

that's enough patience
for any policeman.

Really...
And another thing,

the home secretary
rang me up this morning.

He's not very pleased,
neither am I.

- Outside call for you, sir.
- Thank you, counselor.

- Elliott.
- Englemere CID, here, sir.

I think we may have
something useful for you.

We've picked up
some of those notes

- from the Tower Bridge robbery.
- Thank heaven for that,

that's just what
we've been waiting for.

All right, I'm on my way.

He's here, Sergeant.

Right, thank you.

- Hello, sir.
- Oh, hello.

Haven't seen you for ages.

- Manley, isn't it?
- That's right, sir.

Oh, how nice to see you again.

I'm glad you got
some promotion.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

- Please, sit down.
- Oh, no, no,

you're in command here.

Now, about these notes.

How far have you been able
to trace them?

From the bank
to a local store, sir.

Though multiple store,
I'm afraid.

One with hundreds
of customers everyday,

but we've had one bit of luck.

The notes were banked
on a Monday morning,

and it so happens
that the cashier still had them

separated into the tape
for the various departments.

And?

The notes were passed
on Saturday morning

in the children's
clothing department.

CID?

Yeah.

All right.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

I see.

Right, Mr. Wilson,
thank you very much.

You've been most helpful.
I'll call you back.

There's more of the notes, sir,
just come into the bank.

Well, good.
How come?

There were banked
by a Mr. Barberini

of Barberini's Circus.

They've got winter quarters
just outside Englemere.

You know, I think I'd better pay
Mr. Barberini a visit.

Do you want me to come, sir?

No. No, you stay
and hold the fort.

I'd like this to be
an unofficial visit.

Have you got such a thing
as a camera?

Isn't it time you got dressed?

Always you fall asleep.

Come on, get up
and give me a drink.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

Hello, Gina.
How are you today?

Fine, thanks.

Are you ready for the altar?

Yes, I think so.

What's the matter?
Are you cold?

- A little.
- Gina!

- Where've you been, eh?
- Get your hands off me!

- Mario, what're you doing?
- You keep out of this!

Ugh! Ahh!

Stop! Stop!

Get on with your work!

Mario.

Go back to your caravan.

You, too, Gina.

I will talk with you later.

Yes?

Good afternoon,
my name's Elliott.

You seem to be
an authority around here.

Barberini.
What can I do for you?

Ah, you're just the man
I'm looking for.

Can I have a
quiet word with you?

- At your convenience.
- What for?

Uh, photographs.

Photograph?

My job.

Ah, I am just going to my house.
Come with me.

Thank you.

Who is he?

What that got to do with you?

I'm always interested
in anybody new around here.

Like yourself.

- Thank you.
- As you can see, Inspector,

when the circus is playing,

thousands of pounds every week
pass through my hands.

Those notes could have come
from anybody.

Some of them must have
come from here.

You've been in winter quarters
for the past week.

Yes, but still we have
50 people here working,

preparing for the
Christmas season.

Yes, I've seen some of them.

Trifle quarrelsome,
I thought.

Now I'd really rather like
to see the others.

Certainly, I'll show you around.

Thank you, that's very kind.

Oh, there's, uh, one thing.

I'd prefer that they didn't know

that the police were interested
for the moment.

So as far as they're concerned,

I'm just a professional photographer on
an assignment.

Carl! Carl, look!
A new trick!

No, no, no, no, no,
Harry, please,

not now, please Harry.

Mr. Barberini, Mr. Barberini!

Look, please, I want to show you
my marvelous new trick!

All right, Eddie,
but be very quick.

Yes. Attention, please.

Very good, huh?

Dreadful.

That trick is as old
as the circus itself.

But think of the laugh
it would get.

Eddie, go back to your books.

My bookkeeper Eddie
who always wants to be a clown.

Up. Heel.

Up!

Sheba.

Up.

Sheba!

Sheba! Back! Back!

Back! Sheba.

- I'd get them out of here.
- Get them out.

Get out.
Come on.

Come on now.

I told you to keep
an eye open for Sheba.

I think you should leave Sheba
behind for the Christmas season.

She'll be all right
after a few more rehearsals.

Gregor, this is Mr. Elliott
who has come to take some photos

of the circus
and of the artists.

How do you do?

Thank you, but I don't wish
to be photographed.

Natasha.

Charming.

Two years ago, he was involved
in a serious accident

and very badly scarred.

Carries on the act
in the family tradition,

but never without the mask.

Help.

You can, um,
take my photograph.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, Manley.
It was pretty fast work.

Well, we're only a local
county police force, sir,

- but we do our best.
- Hmm.

Well, you can do
one more thing for me.

Could you get those
up to the Yard,

to the record office
by dispatch rider tonight

and see if they can give us
anything on them?

Right you are, sir.
What are your plans now, sir?

Plans? Straight back
to the White Hart,

get the first good night's sleep
I've had since Aunt Fanny died,

and visit the circus
again tomorrow.

- Nice working with you.
- It's been a pleasure, sir.

- Thanks. Good night.
- Good night, sir.

You little slut.

- Where were you all afternoon?
- That's my business!

Oh, no, it's not.

Aren't you forgetting
we're gonna get married?

Oh! What chance do I have
to forget that?

Too many chances.

- Too many chances, Gina!
- What do you mean?

There's not a man or woman
in the circus

- who doesn't know about you.
- You're crazy.

Just 'cause
I talked to a man...

Talked to a man?!
If that were all...

All summer,
one man after another.

You're very discreet.

It is Carl, isn't it?

No.

Then who is it?

Who is it?!

Back! Back! Back! Back!

Gina!

- It tried to kill me.
- Who?

I did nothing.

- How did Sheba get out?
- It was padlocked.

Somebody must've had the key.

It's a simple padlock,
anybody could open it.

Yes, anybody with reason to.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

What's going on?
What... what is...?

Somebody let Sheba
out of her cage.

Gina was nearly killed.

That cat again,
now this time, she goes.

Huh?

If Sheba goes, I go.

Then we'll talk about it
in the morning.

There's nothing
we can do tonight.

Hello, Inspector.

I beg your pardon?

It is Inspector, isn't it?

We circus people may be simple,
but we are not fools.

And I thought my performance
was rather convincing.

Not that good,
I'm afraid.

Pity.

It's Carl, isn't it?
The Ringmaster.

That's right.

- Good morning.
- How do you do?

Now what can I do for you?

Well, I...
I'd like to tell you something.

All right, sit down.

Join me in a cup of coffee.

- Henry.
- Uh yes, sir.

Could I have another cup?

Yes, sir.

Now.

Last night,

somebody in the circus
tried to murder Gina.

- I thought you ought to know.
- Indeed.

Get out.

I told you never
to come here again!

I came to find out
how you are.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

What are you doing in here?

Get out!

Go on, get out!

What did he want?

He came to find out
if I was all right.

And that made you
scream, huh?

You better get dressed.
We gotta rehearse.

Oh, Mario.

Promise me it isn't you.

You wouldn't want to kill me,
would you?

Very interesting.

Thank you for telling me
about it.

- Thank you for the coffee.
- Not at all.

Oh, just before you go.

You ever seen him before?

No.

No, I'm sorry.

Pity.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- But of course.

- Thank you for the help.
- Goodbye, Inspector.

Finished with your coffee, sir?

Oh, yes, thank you, Henry. That...

Oh, just a minute.

Yes, sir?

Have you ever
seen him before?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I think I have.

It was about...

about a fortnight ago,
he was asking for the old farm.

Yes, I do remember him!

Teetotaler.

- Oh, good morning, sir.
- Oh, there you are.

Just heard from the yard.

Record office don't recognize
any of those faces.

Never mind that
for the moment.

I think I can prove that Mason
was here a couple of weeks ago.

So, my lad, our next step
is the local magistrate

for a warrant
to search the circus.

You got enough evidence
for that, sir?

Oh, I think so.

Mason having been here,

the money having
come from Barberini,

our natural charm,

it should be enough
for the toughest beat.

Come on, my lad.

These gentlemen
to see you, sir.

Mr. Elliott, good morning.

This time,
it's Inspector Elliott,

I'm afraid, Mr. Barberini.
It's an official visit.

This is Detective
Sergeant Manley.

Good morning, sir.

Look, I'm sorry
to spring this on you,

but I have a warrant here
to search your premises.

Search for what?

Oh, a little matter
of a quarter of a million pounds

in stolen bank notes.

A quarter of a million pounds...

Inspector, I think you
will be lucky if here

you find a quarter
of a million pennies.

We'll see.

Look, Mr. Barberini.

We believe that,
two weeks ago,

this man came here
with the money.

He hasn't been seen since,

and we're searching
for him and the cash.

Have you
ever seen him before?

I've never seen him in my life.

- What about you?
- Nor I.

Very well.

Now, Mr. Barberini,
I'd like to see

all your artists and personnel.

Well, it is now 11 o'clock,

they will be rehearsing.

- Eddie!
- Yes, Mr. Barberini.

Tell all the artists that I wish
to speak to them in the arena.

Yeah.

Come, Inspector.

These are circus people.

I have known most of them
since they were children.

- Carl, Mario.
- Yeah?

Mr. Barberini says
we all stay in the arena.

What's up?

Natasha will explain.
I'll tell the others.

The police are searching
the building.

- They want to speak to us all.
- What's it about?

- Must be about last night.
- You should know the answers.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean...

you were the first one
who was there.

It's lucky for Gina he was.

Quiet! Quiet, all of you!

This is Inspector Elliott,

wishes to question
some of you.

Well, first of all,

I'd like to talk
to the little lady

who was involved
in that incident

with the lion last night.

Gina.

Oh, it's Gina, is it?
Now...

- Yes, Sergeant?
- Excuse me, sir,

we think the dogs
may have found something.

- Where?
- In the store, sir.

We're shifting
some old tenting.

All right, carry on.
We'll follow.

Come on, Manley.

Oh, Mr. Barberini,

would you please see
that everybody stays here

- for the time being?
- Yes, of course.

- Uh, excuse me.
- Just a minute, Inspector.

Yes?

It's very important
that I speak to you now.

Why?

Well, could I speak to you
somewhere in private, please?

All right.

Mr. Barberini,
could I use your house?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Uh, Manley, would you go
and take a look

and report to me
in the house?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks.

All right, young lady,
come on.

But why should anyone
want to kill you, my dear?

I don't know.

Your boyfriend, Mario...

Carl tells me that things
haven't been going too well

between you lately.

Oh, he's jealous.

Oh, I don't think
he tried to murder me.

Well, who else
might've let the lion out?

Perhaps...

somebody who thinks
that what I know

could be dangerous.

That what you...
Yes, Manley?

Excuse me
for interrupting, sir.

There was a body,
and we found this with it.

All right, I'll go with you.

I'll be back shortly
to finish our talk.

I'll lock the door behind me.

Hmm. Nasty.

Very nasty.

Someone's tried
to obliterate his face.

Manley, get through
to forensic labs, will you?

- This could be Mason.
- Right.

Sergeant, did you find
anything else?

Only the knife, sir.

Who's that?

That's from the house!
Could be the girl.

My God.

She was right, poor kid.
She must've known something.

- Look at the knife, sir.
- Silver triangle.

That's two of a kind.

It's time we had a word
with Mario.

But they are not my knives,
Inspector!

All right, Mario.

So your set of knives
is complete?

But you're still
the only person in the circus

who we know
can throw a knife

with that accuracy.

Now, please, Inspector!

Let me explain.

It is the law of the circus,

if a knife ever kills,

it is never used
or thrown again.

It is always buried
with the victim.

Really?

I'll accept your word for that.

But for the moment,
let's just keep this whole thing

to ourselves.

All right, Inspector.

What did I tell you, huh?

It'll make the audience
laugh their heads off.

It's very clever, Eddie,
but I don't think

that it's very funny.

But it works
with real people, too.

Come on, Mr. Big, please.
Let's try it on you, huh?

Not on your life.

Ugh, go on.

If you're so sure it's safe,

why don't you
try it yourself?

Okay, I will.

There we are.

Come on, Mr. Big,
do me a favor.

Pull the lever.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, come on.

Very good, Eddie, now,

go back to the house,
I have some work for you to do.

I wanna talk to you,
Mr. Barberini.

- Wait.
- Alone, if you don't mind.

All right, Eddie,
go back to the house

- and get on with your work.
- Very well, Mr. Barberini.

This man whose body they found
this morning at the circus,

- what do you know about him?
- He was involved in a robbery,

he came here
with a lot of money,

but I didn't see him.

- But you saw his photo?
- Yes.

- How old would you say he was?
- Mm, difficult to say.

But, uh, he was old enough
to be Natasha's father?

What are you driving at?

How long has Gregor
worked for you?

Five years.

But the lion act
is much older than that?

Yes. Yes, of course it is.
It's a family act.

But why are you asking
all these questions?

And Gregor, to go with the act
from Natasha's father

- when he went to prison?
- Yes. Yes, of course.

I know that.

Do you also know that,
two years ago,

Natasha's father escaped?

Well?

He'd like to seen his daughter
again, wouldn't he?

You mean, it could be his body
that they found this morning?

Could be.

I'm sure only of one thing,

that man would never rest

until he's seen
his daughter again, so...

I'm eliminating
the possibilities.

And I'm waiting.

Waiting for what?
What has it to do with you?

Well, let's just say,

I wanna see justice done.

Yes, I know, sir,

it's very, very difficult.

Listen, Elliott,

you're looking for a quarter
of a million pounds,

and what've you come up with?

Not one corpse, but two!

- I can count, sir.
- I suppose I should be grateful

that you're not going
for a triple.

As it is, the morning papers
in London are gonna have

- another field day!
- The old man at full blast.

I know, sir, but we've
turned the circus upside down.

There just isn't any trace
of the money there.

You can't find the money,

and you can't find
the murderer.

Dear, dear, dear.

He doesn't seem very pleased with us,
Manley.

I wonder...

I wonder if we have something
in common with the murderer.

We're both looking
for the same thing.

How come, sir?

If he'd murdered Mason

and hidden his body
in the winter quarters,

why wouldn't he make a bolt
for it with the money,

instead of sticking around
to commit a second murder?

That's presuming
that Mason and Gina

were killed by the same man.

Well, he used used the same set of
carving knives.

Suppose, my dear Watson,

that his reason
for sticking around

was to find the money.

You mean Mason might've
hidden it somewhere?

Yeah.

Or perhaps the murderer hid it.

And someone else found it.

- Goodnight, Mr. Big.
- Goodnight, Natasha.

Hello, Natasha.

Now, Carl, you must go,
it's dangerous.

Why? Why is it dangerous?

Gregor doesn't like
anyone visiting me.

Ah, Gregor, Gregor is your uncle, not
your keeper.

Yes, but he's looked after me.

He's taught me
everything I know.

Since my father left the act
a few years ago,

he's the only family I have.

Your father, he, um...

He went to South Africa,
didn't he?

Yes.

Do you know what happened
to him there?

Look, Carl, I don't want
to talk about it.

We have got to!

Two people have died
in the circus,

and I believe I know
who is responsible.

No! That's impossible.

Why should it be impossible?

Tell me, Natasha, do you know why I came
here a year ago?

Get out of here.

- I came to talk to Natasha.
- Out!

- But I owe you an explanation.
- Very well.

We can discuss it

after Natasha has left us.

All right.

Thank you.

From now on, you are
going to stay away from Natasha.

You can't lock her away
from the world, Gregor.

If that is all you
came here to say to me,

- you can go right now.
- No, no, that's not all.

I was just going to tell her
the reasons why I came to work

- in the circus.
- Well, that's easy.

You came because
you needed a job.

No, no, no, no, no,
I had offers of plenty of jobs.

So I...

I could be in America,
for instance,

earning a lot of money.

But I came to Barberini's circus

only for one purpose.

To find the man
who murdered my father.

Two years ago, my father
was working in South Africa

with a tenting show.

He was a circus man
like you, Gregor,

and like your brother, Otto.

And what does all this
got to do with Natasha?

One day, he had a quarrel
with a man

and there was a fight.

And my father...

My father was killed.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And the man who killed him
was sent to prison for life.

In that case, he was punished,
wasn't he?

He should have been hanged.

But no, prison for life.

Only, he didn't stay there
for life.

He escaped after three months.

He escaped
and completely disappeared.

All this is extremely interesting...

Don't play the innocent
with me!

You know damn well I'm talking
about your brother, Otto!

I lost touch with my brother
some time ago,

before I had to wear this.

I knew he was in some sort
of trouble in South Africa,

but I did not connect it
in any way with you.

And anyway,
I still don't understand

why you are here
in the circus.

Because Natasha is here.

One day, her father,
your brother,

is sure to come back
looking for her.

And if he does,

I'll be here...

waiting for him.

Up to your old tricks again,
hiding in the dark!

You don't frighten me.

The dark's a place
to hear things, isn't it?

Natasha's father,
your brother...

What do you want?
More money, as usual?

Maybe something else.

- Maybe Natasha.
- You...

Or maybe just the money.

Only this time,
it's double.

Goodnight.

Walk up, walk up, walk up!

Here it is, the miracle
of the modern age,

- a disappearing cupboard.
- Disappearing?

Yes, young lady,
disappearing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's very simple.

You just walk inside,

I pull this lever down,

and you
disappear!

Young lady.

Don't have anything
to do with him, love.

- He's dangerous.
- Oh, you coward.

I'll tell you what.

- You pull down the lever.
- Not on your life.

I remember
what happened last time.

All right, you pull down
the lever,

and I'll go inside.
Huh?

- You there?
- Yes.

Pull down the lever!

- How did you get out?
- Very easily.

Stay inside,
and you will find out.

- You're definitely not...
- Please, Mr. Big.

Are you there?

I'm here, yeah.

Pull the lever.

Higher.

That's good.
Go down.

On your knees.

All right. Fine.

Hello, good morning, Inspector.

Good morning, Barberini.

How is your case progressing?

I'm not sure that I have one

until I get
the coroner's report.

Have you identified
the body yet?

No. The murderer
did a pretty efficient job,

but my forensic boys
are busy.

- Good morning, Carl.
- Good morning, Inspector.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Carl has an interesting theory
about the body, Inspector.

Oh, yeah?

I had a private conversation
with you, Mr. Barberini.

Carl...

I do like to respect
a man's privacy,

but in a murder case
there's really no such thing.

I'd like to hear
about this theory of yours.

All right.

This man, Inspector,
you are looking for,

he was a criminal.

That's a fair deduction.

Why should a criminal
take refuge in a circus?

Oh, I can think of a
hundred reasons.

So many people, so many
different nationalities.

Not very hard for a man
to lose his identity.

Precisely.

And if that man were not only
a criminal but an...

an escaped prisoner,
what more reason.

Do you have a particular
person in mind?

Two years ago, Natasha's father
was sent to prison

with a life sentence.

A few months later,
he escaped.

Why the personal interest, Carl?

How you mean, personal?

Well, I've been around
this circus long enough

to know that you are
fond of Natasha,

but why this intense interest
in her father?

Because the man he killed
was my father.

I see.

Were both of them in the circus?

Yes.

And your theory is that her
father came back to the circus

and was killed?

I only offer it as, uh,
as an idea, Inspector.

But you don't really believe it.

Supposing that body you found
was not her father.

It suggests another possibility,
doesn't it?

Of course.

That he never came anywhere
near this place at all.

Or that he's here already.

Well, well, well.

Hello, Carl.

Natasha, did Gregor
talk to you last night?

Did he tell you
about our conversation?

- No.
- Weren't you curious?

But of course!

You know Gregor, if he doesn't
want to talk about something,

no one can make him.

How badly was he scarred
after the lion attacked him?

Badly! Very badly!

It's a wonder he had the nerve
to go back in there, huh?

What else would he do?
It's the only life he knows!

Have you ever seen his scars?

Can't you stop questioning me?
Must you go on and on?

The answer is she has.

I warned you
to keep away from Natasha.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know. I know.

I've been talking
with the inspector, Gregor,

about a very
interesting theory.

If you have something
to discuss with me,

we will discuss it alone.

Natasha.

Well?

You know, this body
they have found...

they're trying to identify it,

and there is a chance

- it could be your brother.
- That's impossible.

He's in South Africa.

And anyway,
if he had come back,

he would certainly
have got in touch with us.

And has he?

I'll be damned if I tell you
even if he had.

Just what are you
trying to prove with all these

stupid questions?

That justice can't be cheated.

And that a man
who kills in cold blood

doesn't deserve
to live in freedom.

So what would you do?
Kill him?

Oh, no, thank you.
Not on duty.

We have to ask you
a few questions.

Will you please sit down?

Thank you.

Have you ever seen that before?

It's a circus throwing knife.

Of course.

But have you ever seen
that design before?

No.

Are you quite certain?

Take a good look.

I am quite sure.

What is it?

Excuse me, I was wrong.

I have seen this design before.

Mm-hmm?

20, 25 years ago,

there was a man called Danillo.

The Great Danillo.

He had a set of knives
with this design.

The Great Danillo?

Where could we find
this man now?

You won't find him.

He died ten years ago.

Hmm.

- What happened to his act?
- It died with him.

There was a son,

a little boy then.

But Danillo kept him
out of the circus.

He wanted him
to be a gentleman.

This could be interesting.

I think I'll pay a visit
to the yard.

I always like to consider
Sir John's blood pressure.

So that's your theory,
Elliott?

The murderer is looking
for the money,

and you're looking
for the murderer, hmm?

That's what it amounts to, sir.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Yes?

Yes. All right.

That's one thing settled.
That was forensic.

Mason's body, all right.

Well, that puts an end
to our ringmaster's theory.

He thought
it might be the body

- of Natasha's father.
- Who's he?

Well, a man who was serving
a life sentence for murder

in South Africa,
only escaped a year ago.

I have put an inquiry
through INTERPOL.

Well, if he could
commit one murder,

he could commit another,
maybe even a third.

What's this fellow look like?

I don't know yet, sir.
I'm waiting for photograph now.

We have got one lead.

That's what I really came
to talk to you about.

- The murder weapons.
- Being?

Two identical knives.

Seems to be getting into a rut.

- Any lead on them?
- Yes, sir.

They have a very
distinctive design,

a silver triangle on the handle,
and they belong to somebody

called the Great Danillo.

Please help yourself.

Sorry, sir.

Who's Danillo?

He was a famous knife thrower
who died ten years ago.

Come in!

A photograph, sir.
Urgent.

Thank you.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Of course.

- I wonder...
- You wonder what?

Same height and physical appearance as
Gregor.

- Gregor?
- The lion tamer.

Oh.

Father...

How long can this go on?

Sooner or later someone's
bound to find out.

Well, one thing I cannot do
is to run away again.

When my brother died
I was able to take his place,

but I cannot expect
my luck to continue forever.

But Father,
if you were to disappear again...

Oh, it sounds easy,
doesn't it?

Listen, Natasha.

I haven't
told you before, but...

that money
that they're all looking for...

- I have it.
- But it wasn't you who...

No, no, no, of course not.
I didn't kill anybody.

It was about a week before
we came here to winter quarters

that I was going through
some of our equipment,

and I found a suitcase
wrapped up in an old cloak.

It was full of money.

Thousands and thousands
of pounds.

Well, why didn't you
go to the police?

You know perfectly well

I couldn't possibly
go to the police.

I ought to have left it there,
I suppose,

but then I thought of what
all that money could do

for you and for me.

But where is it now?

At first I hid it
underneath the lion's cage,

but it was too difficult
to get there without being seen.

Then I did find somewhere

where nobody
could possibly find it.

It's a comedy, isn't it?

Here we are
with enough money

to last us
for the rest of our lives,

and the moment I step out
from behind this...

...the whole world
will be after me again.

Fire!

Quickly, everybody!

The stores!

Wait!

Quickly, Gregor!

- You!
- Get back! Back!

- Gregor!
- Get... You!

Get back over there!
Away from the car!

- Out!
- Carl, call for the police.

Get in the car, Natasha.
Drive.

Mr. Barberini, they told me
there's a body in the barn.

I'm coming quick!

Arthur, you'd better drink this.
You haven't had any breakfast.

That's a very kind thought, man.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes.

No sign of them.

All right, constable.

You have any news, sir?

Not a damn thing.

You know,
I just can't understand

how he could have
got through our cordon.

Well, I got a bit of news
for you.

Yeah?

The body they found
in the store, sir.

Records office has just
been through about it.

They checked up on the
identity disk he was wearing.

His name was Manfred Hart.

He's got plenty of form in,

both here
and on the continent.

Smuggling mainly,

with a touch of violence
thrown in.

Smuggling?

I wonder if he could have
been the one

responsible for getting
the money abroad.

And he came to the circus
to collect it.

That's right.

- Why would he kill him, sir?
- Could've got too greedy.

Could've learned too much.

Come in.

A gentleman to see you, sir.
Mr. Carl Flemming.

Ah, send him in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

- What can I do for you?
- Well, I...

- I want to help to find Gregor.
- Yeah,

I quite understand that
but the police are doing

- all they can.
- Yes, yes, I know, but...

Hello?

Yes? Where?

Winfield Woods?
Any sign of them?

Right, thank you.

Car's been found, sir,
on the edge of Winfield Woods,

which is there,

but there's no sign
of Natasha or Gregor.

Get me Scotland Yard.

How long must we stay here?

I'm frightened.

I'm hoping that the police
don't realize

that we're hiding so close by.

Perhaps when they relax
the roadblocks

we may have a chance.

Maybe tomorrow night.

There's someone coming.

Quick! In there.

Natasha!

Don't make a sound.

At long last.

Without the mask.

For two years
I have been waiting for this.

Back up against that wall.

Move.

Natasha, are you all right?

Quiet!

Now, Carl...

You are going to hear
the truth.

Yes, the truth.

I want Natasha to hear
how you murdered my father.

Natasha knows
I never murdered anyone.

You killed him.

You didn't know your father
very well, did you Carl?

- He was a cruel man.
- Damn you!

It's so easy to say.
He isn't here to answer.

He was cruel
with the animals.

He was afraid of them.

There was one lion
in particular,

a renegade like Sheba

that used to try and trap him.

Your father ill-treated
that animal viciously.

One day,

I was waiting for him
when he came out of the cage.

We fought.

No one saw us.

Your father fell and hit
his head against the bars.

He fractured his skull.

He died that same night.

I am guilty, Carl. Yes.

Guilty of losing my temper,
but not of murder!

The jury didn't believe you.

I believed him.

Perhaps the judge did, too.

He could have
sentenced me to death.

Please believe us.

The police are nearly here.

You'd better go.

Thank you, Carl.

Help. Help me.

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Over there!

Keep to the right.

Yes, you, over here!

Thank you.

Well...

So, you made a good
job of it, Elliot.

With Manley's help, sir.

I should also like to extend
my congratulations

to the entire
local police force.

Well, thank you, sir.

A fine example of cooperation
and achievement.

You found the man,
you found the money.

I hate to disappoint you,
Sir John,

but I'm afraid we
haven't found the man.

This is impossible!

I'm about to issue a statement
to the entire press.

Do you want to make me look
an absolute idiot?

Hardly, sir.

What makes you presume
that this man

- isn't the murderer?
- Because Carl and Natasha

were the last two people
to talk to Gregor

before he was killed.

Both confirm what he said
about the murders and the money.

What did he say?

Well, Manley took those
two statements earlier.

Perhaps you'd care
to tell Sir John.

Certainly, sir.

They confirmed he said
he didn't kill anyone,

and that he found
the stolen money in a suitcase

amongst some of the props

before the circus returned
to its winter quarters,

and that he used the money
to pay off a blackmailer.

And those were the notes
that appeared in Englemere.

I see. You know who
the blackmailer is?

No sir, and I don't think
it's relevant.

That's all very fine, man,
but where's your evidence?

I think I can get it, sir.

If, with your permission,

I could try a little experiment.

- All set, Mario?
- Yes.

Well, then...

Mario's going to need a
few members of the audience

to help in this act, so...

will some of you
represent the public?

How 'bout you for a start,
Mr. Big?

Oh, no.

Come on, Mr. Big.
Let's go.

Huh?

Ah, good Mario.

Thank you, Mr. Big.
Thank you very much indeed.

Now, for the finale,
another volunteer.

Eh, how 'bout...

- How 'bout you, Eddie?
- Me?

- Yes, you.
- Oh, good.

Very funny, Eddie,
very funny.

Now please stand there.

All right.

For Mason!

For Gina!

Don't move!
Keep back.

All right, so you found
my father's knives.

So, your father
was the Great Danillo!

Greatest knife thrower
in the world.

Don't laugh at me, you failure.

I can throw a knife
better than you!

Eddie, Eddie, it's no use!

Keep back, Mr. Barberini.

You wouldn't even
let me be a clown.

Well...

I made clowns
out of the lot of you

when all the time
I was planning and preparing

something bigger
than you dreamed about,

- Mr. Barberini.
- Yes, Eddie.

That was the robbery
on Tower Bridge, wasn't it?

All right, Eddie.
That's enough.

We've heard all we need.

Stand still!

It's no good, Eddie.

This time there's no way out.

Keep back!

Keep still, everyone.

Move over, come on.
Move over!

Keep back.

Up this side.

Barberini, can he get out
from up there?

Yes, there is an inspection
hatch in the roof.

Look out, son!

- Eddie, don't!
- Get down!

Get some men on the roof.

They know everything, Eddie!

Why don't you
give yourself up?

That's it.

He was third time unlucky.

- Three times?
- Yes.

If Mason hadn't shot the guard,

if Gregor hadn't
found the money,

if we hadn't found
his father's knives.

Thank you, Carl. It was a
risky trick, but it worked.

Thank you too, Mario.

Look after that arm.

Well, Inspector,
I hope the case is closed now.

I hope so.

There's just one thing.

Mr. Big.

If I had a little more evidence

than some children's clothes
bought in a shop in Englemere,

I'd charge you with blackmail.

But I don't need more evidence.

Mr. Big, you're fired.