All language subtitles for There Is Another Sun (Gilbert, 1951)

(OPENING CARNIVAL MUSIC)

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

Don't you want your fortune told?

Here you are sir.
Seven balls a shilling.

- Everyone a milky nut. Come on
sir, have a go. - No thanks, Jim.

I'm looking for a chap called
Peskett. Do you know him?

Nancy Pilare.

No, mate.
Can't say I do.

Thanks.

You don't have to look in a
crystal to know a policeman.

Do you know anyone
called Peskett?

No.

Here, Ernie.

What's up, Sarah?

Ernie, go around
and warn them all.

There's a copper looking
for someone called Peskett.

OK.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

And I also bring
before you tonight a boy

who has the makings of a champion.

There he is, ladies and gentlemen.

Mag Maguire.

He's the boy that's
gonna show Teddy Green

a thing or two
next Thursday night.

You all know, Teddy
Green was fighting Lenox

for the heavyweight title
in three weeks time.

He started right here with
me in this very booth.

And as a special favour
to me, Teddy's coming

over next Thursday night to box
a special exhibition contest--

Six rounds with my
boy, here, Maguire.

And I can promise you a real
fast feast of fisticuffs.

Now, my boys are not here
to pose, ladies and gentlemen.

They're here to fight--

Any man, any age, and any weight.

And I'll give anybody
in my audience a pound

of my money if they'll
last three rounds with

either of 'em, and five pounds--

Yes, a five pound note, if they
can knock either of 'em out.

Now, it only remains for two
sportsmen of the audience.

So step forward, and prove that
I'm talking through me hat.

Now, who's the two sports will be?

Just two sportsmen to step forward.

How about you, Sir?
You look as if you could use 'em.

Blimey mate, give us a chance to
get this lot in first, will you?

All right.

Now, just two
sports to step forward

and start my last show tonight.
Now, who's it to be?

Just two sports.

Ah, there's one sport, gentlemen.

Good for you.

- What's your name, mate?
- Harry Bartman.

Harry Bartman. Why a lad who's
fought the best.

Now, what other boy to take on
my other boy, here?

Ginger Jones.
Who's it to be?

MAN: I'll take it.

Good for you, Sir.

And now, if you'll kindly step up
to the paybox and secure your seats.

- Hey, Mag.
- Hello, Racer.

Come down to the van
soon as you get through.

And bring some money with you.
We're going out.

OK.

Us first?

Yes, Harry.
That's your corner over there.

You've better knock
him out in the first round.

If you're standing in
the third, you won't get

him down with the stew.

- Got any money?
- Two quid.

Lend it to me.

'Till when?

- 'Till I get mine from Foley.
- What's the matter with asking him?

No.

I ain't got nobody here
by that name, mate.

Why?
What do you want him for?

Oh, just wanted to
ask him a few questions.

That's all.

Well look, er.
We'd like you to see the show.

I've got a boy here that's
really worth watching.

- No thanks.
- All right, mate. So long.

If you crave excitement,
well, this is it, folks.

The sensational wall of death.

It has to be seen to be believed.

There is no trickery, no illusions.

This is a genuine pro.

Defying death and--

You know anybody around
here by the name of Peskett?

Peskett?

No.
Never heard of him, John.

Thanks.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, out.

(CHEERING)

You're all right, boy.
You're all right.

You're all right, boy.

Yeah, Mag, you better
go and get a rub down.

I'll get someone else
to time Ginger's fight.

- Come on son, you're all right--
- You don't need me?

Don't worry.
Come on.

- Let me get out.
- Yes, you're all right.

That's it.

- What about that two pounds?
- It's under my pillow.

Well, Mag.

Now you know what it's
like to be punch drunk.

Is he all right?

Yes.

Luckily I met a bloke in the crowd
who knew where he hung out,

and he's taking him home, or it'd
been A&E.

He still couldn't see
straight when he left here.

D'you think he'll go blind?

Well, he will if he gets
again like you hit him tonight.

I didn't want to hurt him.

Someone should stop 'em coming into
the ring when they get like that.

You can't stop 'em.
They never know when to quit.

Maybe he needs the dough.
Couldn't we have helped him?

Don't worry.
I gave him a pound.

I remember him well.
He used to be very good, too.

Where are you going, Mag?

Out.

I thought maybe you were
getting dressed to go to bed.

Sure, train and turn
in and do nothing else.

Who are you going with?

Racer.

Listen, Mag.

He's no good to you,
and you should know it.

He's all right.

Mag.

Listen, Mag.

It isn't just going
out, and you know that.

I want you to do well
on Thursday night.

I've written one or two
people to come down.

If you do well, it'll
mean big fights for you.

I'll be all right.

- You got any money?
- Two quid.

Where'd you get it?

From Jones.

Oh, well I'll give it to him back.

If you want any money in future,
ask me, and I'll give it to ya.

Thanks, Mick.

Hello, Racer.

Hi, Mag.

Where are we going?

- Up the Speedway.
- What for?

Now, listen.

Today's Monday, and on Friday
night, there's an open trial

competition here in this town.

An all comers trial
with 100 pound prize.

That's the greatest break I've ever
had at getting back in the game.

- What are you gonna do for a bike?
- Easy.

They'll fix me up or something.

All we need's a little
money for petrol, oil,

and get the boys a drink.

How much have you got?

- Two pounds.
- Good.

I've got four.

I'll give it to you back on Friday.

Will it mean you leaving
the wall if you win?

What do you mean if I win?

It's money for jam.

We've had some
good times together.

RACER: Yeah, sure we have.

I suppose you earn
more money on the track.

You don't ride for the money, Mag.

All the money in the
world couldn't give you

the thrill you get when you cut
across the others on a bend,

leaving them half a lap behind.

Come on, let's go.

You like sweet music, Mag?

Now stick around.
I won't be long.

- He a friend of yours?
- Yeah.

- Used to ride on the track?
- Yeah.

I know his face.
What's his name?

Racer.

Well, that's not a proper name.
Why don't you tell him that?

Yes, Peskett.
I remember you.

Eddie Peskett, wasn't it?

Yeah.

And it still is.

Well, there's nothing to stop
you entering our competition.

Nothing to stop me
winning it, either.

I wish you luck.

Look, I don't need any luck.

All I need's a machine.

How about fixing me up?

You mean you
haven't got a machine?

Anything will do.

Don't matter what it is, what
it hasn't got, I can give it.

Let me see.
How long is it since your accident?

Two years.

One of 'em in hospital.

Where we've been riding since?

On the wall.

You mean the wall of
death on the fairground?

Yeah.

What of it?

What other track experience?

- I got all I need of that.
- Yes, yes.

I know. But two years
off the track's a long time.

You know how it is.

Yeah, I know how it is.

Look, if you're afraid of the
machine, I'll make a deposit.

How much?
I'm glad you mentioned that.

How much?

Shall we say 50 pound?

What's the idea, if
you want me to ride?

Now, don't get me wrong.

But I'm afraid for
your own protection,

we shall have to have
a deposit of 50 pounds.

All right.

I heard you the first time.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Come on in, Len.
- Who's that chap?

Eddie Peskett.

- Remember him?
- Yeah.

Broke both legs up north,
didn't he?

Yeah, that's him.

I knew the other lad,
the one that got killed.

He was just a kid.

50 pounds.

Don't remember the records I
broke and the crowds I brought in.

Two broken legs and a busted
machine that's made it in.

What are you going to do?

Let's go get a drink.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

This'll do us.

Somebody sitting there already.

I've been thinking, what about
the bike you use on the wall?

That suped up sewing machine?

Well, maybe Sarno
would lend you the money.

Sarno?

Maybe he'll leave his breath
for someone in his will.

150 people paying a bob a time

10 times a day and
he says to me:

you're not so good
tonight, Racer.

They want more thrills.

Then he shuts his eyes,
he walks down the steps

'cause it makes him feel dizzy.

But I only want to see you,
right, sweetie?

There's no need to get so upset.

I can take care of
myself, thank you.

- You've got the wrong table, chum.
- Not us.

Where's my bag?

What do you
think you're playing at?

Anything you want to
play at, chum.

Come on, sweetie.

You wanna sit with us?

Thank you.

Well of all the--!

Go on. Beat it.

Nice friends you've
got, I must say.

Thanks for the rescue.

Not a friend of yours, then?

Actually, he's our stage manager,

- Are you in a show?
- I was.

Folded?

Not exactly.

We can't open until we find
the advance booking manager.

And he skipped
with the dough, eh?

It looks like it.

Are you in show business?

Yeah, we're from the
fair in Junction Road.

- Anyone want a drink?
- Lemonade, please.

Make it two.

Oh, can we have
two lemonades, and--

Yeah, I think I'll
have a large whiskey.

- You got any sandwiches?
- Yes, Sir.

Yeah, we'll have some of those.

Oh, waiter?
Is Markie about?

That's Mr. Markie at
the end of the bar, Sir.

Yeah, OK. Thanks.

Look, I'll have to leave
you two kids for a minute.

I got some business to attend to.

Oh, by the way, this is Mag.

He's a snake dancer, so
you better watch yourself.

My name's Lillian.

Mine's Maguire.
Mag, for short.

What's his line?

Racer?

He rides the wall of death.

Is that his real name?

He's never told me any other.

He seems to know
his way around.

Only right now, he
hasn't got the fare.

Well, I can sympathise with that.

What do you do?

- I'm in the booth.
- A boxer?

Yeah, one of the best.

Hey, Mag. Come here.

They got a game on in there.
We're gonna have a bet.

- What are they playing?
- Banker.

But they are six pounds.

You bet it, Mag.
You're the lucky one.

Me?

Yeah. Put it all on
three bets, and stop at 48.

You understand?

But if you lose the first
time, you're finished.

It sounds crazy to me.

Do you really want
to gamble that badly?

I don't wanna gamble.
I just need the money.

Well, who doesn't?

All right.
It's not that funny.

I'm sorry.

Here's a pound to put with it.

We don't want her money.

Who doesn't?

But that makes seven.

Now, three bets, and
stop when we're winning 56.

Where is he?

- Down there, the room at the end.
- You coming?

No.
We'll stick around here.

Excuse me.

10 to beat.

Ready up, boys.

Seems the bank is doing all right.

Yeah.

Two again.

Four again,

Eight on this one.

You want some, son?

Come on, make up your mind.

Six pounds.

Queen to beat.

All right, boys.

You lucky son.

Two again.

Three on this one. - Three on this
one.

How much, though?

12 pounds.

Well, it's not really
riding on the wall.

All you got's gravity against
you, and you can't even see it.

Nothing could straddle
a bike and go with ya.

Maybe I'd make you race
and pull out like you

do on a bend, when you see the other
fellas wheel creepin' up on you.

And you want to get back that?

Well, maybe we all
know what we gotta do.

Like, you've got
to keep on dancing,

and Mag's got to keep on fighting.

But some people can see an
end to what they want to do.

Something to build up to.

I got mine at the
end of every race.

Me with the others behind.

You all right?

Who's the uh, the girlfriend?

She's in the show, too.

We've got digs
in the same place.

What do you wanna build up to?

Sadler's Wells, I suppose.

Or my name in lights
in the West End.

At least,
that's what it used to be.

And now?

You can't go on believing
fairy tales forever.

- You can go on gambling.
- Well, that's a Mug's game.

Gambling's no good when
you really need to win.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

That's why Mag won't do any good.

But why bet if you think
you're going to lose?

That doesn't make sense.

A lot of things don't make sense,
like you dancing in a lousy show

and me riding on the wall.

10, 11, 12.

Certainly,
you're lucking out, son.

Now then.

I have three on this one.

- Two on this one.
- Five on this one.

What's this?

24 pounds.
I put it all on.

Four to beat.

Bad luck.

(BELL)

How is that?

Better, but you're still
slow on that right cross.

Maybe dancing Tijuana's good
for him.

It's not fast enough
for Green, you know.

You talk as if I was
fighting him for a title.

It's only an exhibition.

Listen, we've got it our way to
make it one thing or the other.

We've got nothing to lose.

You know, Green's out to
get there the hard way.

He's made himself good,
but he's had to learn a lot

that you were born with.

Oh, there's a lot you
don't know yet, you know.

But the minute
you first put the gloves on,

you were where he had to fight,
where you had to get

I've never been
wrong about a fighter yet, Mag.

OK, Mag.
That's enough.

By the way, Mag, what time
did you get home last night?

About what time Gin said.

Did you, though?

That's late to be
getting back, you know.

- I don't feel any the worse for it.
- Well, of course you don't.

Racer doesn't need any sleep
anymore than his back does.

There's no muscles and
heart with him, you know.

He's all springs and cogs.

Racer's not me or you, Mick.

That's what I'm saying.

All he thinks about
is ridin' his machine

and expecting everybody else to
get out of his way,

and that's you included.

You don't like him.

It's easy to say things
about people you don't like.

All right.

He's your pal, and
nothing I say counts.

But listen, I don't want you coming
home late tonight or tomorrow night.

I don't want Green in the ring
with a sleepwalker, you know.

All right, you can get dressed now.

Slip that in my cupboard
on the way back, will ya?

Hello.

Come on in.

Well, did you win?

No.

Racer knew you wouldn't.

- Where is he?
- In Birmingham.

What's he gone up there for?

To try and borrow a bike.

I'm sorry we left you.

It was my fault. I had
a last tram to catch.

Oh, it's all right.

- What's biting him all the time?
- He wants to get back on the track.

Hm, he told me.

- How long have you known him?
- On and off for about a year.

We worked a lot on the same grounds.

One night he came over to the
booth, and we got talking.

We went out together,
and we got on all right.

That's all I know.

Except that sometimes I've come so
near to hitting him, and haven't.

I don't know why.

What will he do if he
doesn't get this money?

I don't know.

Maybe he'll get it.

What about you?

Do you always give into him?

He's after bigger
things than I am.

What makes you
think they're bigger?

You get out of here
and take her with ya.

You want to watch how
you speak to people.

Maybe I was wrong in thinking what
they turned my van into last night.

Shut up.

Maybe tonight, it'll be your van.

- You two seem to be--
- I told you to shut up.

Come on.

That was nice of you, Mag.

Forget it.

What's he gonna do now?

I must get back and
change out of this.

I'll call in at the theatre first
and see if anyone's got any money.

When show is closed, landladies
expect something in advance.

Just a minute.

What's that for?

It's yours.
I didn't bet it.

Oh, thank you, Mag.

Can I come with you?

- It's 20 minutes on the tram.
- It's all right.

- I'm not doing anything.
- Come on, then.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC)

Lil, I've been
worried silly about you.

Where on-- oh, I thought
you were alone.

This is Mag.

Pleased to meet you.

Dora's in the show.

That is when there's
a show to be in.

- Is there any news?
- Well, no good news.

I've been having a bit of
trouble with the old girl.

I know.
She wants her rent.

That's right.

I went all upstage and asked
her who she thought she was.

What did she say?

I couldn't tell you
in front of the gentleman.

You better give her this.

From you?
Well, from both of us.

Oh, thanks, Lil.
You're a sport.

Bye bye.
See you again.

This is my room.

This is home, theatrical version.

Don't you have any
relatives, or something?

I have a brother somewhere.

Same here, only
I haven't a brother.

How long you been in the booth?

Oh, about two years.

I was in an amateur
comp, and Foley saw me.

It was just after
Green had left him.

He asked me to go
with him, so I did.

I'm gonna go outside.

Don't worry.
Just turn your back.

Unzip me, will ya?

Thank you.

What do you do in the show?

I dance.

You sound as if you
don't like dancing.

Well, I've been in the
pantomime trip since I was 10.

Dancing's all right, it's
just that too many people

expect other things to go with it.

What's the time?

Well, it was about half past
10 when we got off the tram.

Racer said he'd be
back by about 12:00.

Where are you gonna meet him?

I said I'd see him at the fair.

I'm OK, now.

That's a pretty frock.

Thank you.

Sit down.
I wont be a minute.

PARROT: You're a fake.

- What did you say?
- You're a fake.

That's quite enough from you.

Hello, dear.
How are you?

Mike Foley, what are you up to?

Nothing.

You leave my cards alone.

What about that, eh?

Oh, king of clubs.
That's your card.

And which card next to him?

That's right.

Next door to each other.

Yeah. What of it?

Well, didn't you always
say we couldn't get married

- until the cards said yes?
- I did.

Well, now they have
said yes. Come out side

by side like you said
they had to.

And they come out
of the pack that way?

- Well, of course they did.
- Oh, my, Foley.

You're a liar.

You put them that way yourself.

Well, what if I am?

After all, I'm a widower, and you've
been a widow for donkey's years.

We don't get any younger, you know.

Oh, thank you to keep
my age out of this.

- Well, what about it?
- No.

It's no good going
against the cards.

I did with me first husband,
and look what happened.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Run through the pack again,
and see if my luck's changed.

- I bet it has.
- Oh, OK.

Well, don't shuffle 'em too much.

Oh, you're getting nearer, Mike.

Isn't there anything
I can do to get nearer, still?

- Yes, maybe there is.
- Well, I'll do anything.

What?

Well, you could empty
my dustbin for me.

PARROT: Hello.

I'd like to see you box.

It ain't no stadium.

It's not much like boxing, either.

Most of them that come into the
ring haven't got much except guts.

Sometimes I copy with it,
and it's not so bad.

What about Green?

It's not a fight.
It's only an exhibition.

He's good, isn't he?

He used to go around with
one of the girls in the show.

What if he makes it a fight?

I ain't afraid of that.

Not if he's got arms and legs.

Lillian, this is gypsy Sarah.

Oh, hello, dear.

The only living fortune
teller who can tell

you today
what happened yesterday.

Oh, go on. When have I
ever told ya wrong?

- You told me I'd be a champion.
- And so he will, too.

Oh, I like your perceptive region.

Come on in.
It's on the house.

It's always on
the house with you.

PARROT: Hello, kid.

Sit down.

Yes, make yourself at home, dear.

We'll start with the
crystal, shall we?

It's him, isn't it?
Not the other one?

- I don't know what you mean.
- But you know the other one?

Yes.

Pity.

- Sarah, you're in love with him.
- Like I am with my own coffin.

No, it's Mag ya marry.

Hey, that's enough.
She'll charge me for that.

I'm turnin' matchmaker.

But you're right for him.

He needs steadying before
he becomes a champion.

You make me feel
like a patent medicine.

Yes, I know it's
difficult for you to choose.

You expect too much.

You look like a Capricorn, to me.

- December the 23rd.
- Yes, I thought so.

He's an Aries.

The other's a Scorpio,
no good to you.

You can always trust the Aries.

Give me your hand, love.

Yes, you got a good heart
line and a good head line.

Sometimes, one crosses the other.

No, not with me.
It's one or the other.

Well, when it happens,
follow your heart.

Blue eyes.

Yes, queen of hearts.

Now, cut the cards, dear.
They never lie.

Hey, what did I tell you?
Hearts, that's his card.

Hearts for blue or grey eyes.

(BIKE ENGINE REVVING)

Racer's back.

Why did you do that?

- It's a bad card.
- Then I don't want to know.

Come, I'll take you back to him.

Yes. He'll be wondering
where we've got to.

Come and see me again, dear.

- I like you.
- Thank you.

ANNOUNCER: You crave excitement?
This is it, folks.

The sensational wall of death.

This is a genuine thrill.

Defy death and gravity
at a speed of 50 miles per hour

on the world's smallest
and steepest race track.

The riders are about to go in,
and the performance to start--

Let's get inside.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Before the performance
commences, I must

request you to refrain
from smoking, as the ash is

marbled to get into the riders eye.

I also have to
request you to refrain

from putting your hands or
handbags on the edge of the wall.

And now, ladies and
gentlemen, a demonstration

of quick and fancy riding by Racer.

Is it really dangerous?

We want it to have
been over the top.

Now, watch this.

(APPLAUSE)

And now, ladies and gentlemen.

To conclude our
performance, we present

the sensational chase of death.

In fairness to the riders, I have
to inform you, ladies and gentlemen,

that they do this at their own risk.

A risk, ladies and gentlemen, that
no insurance company in the world

will accept.

Any small donation will be
most gratefully received.

I thank you.

Nice share, Racer.

What do you think?

I know, you wouldn't
do it for 100 a week.

It isn't a sport risking
your life just to have

someone say
he's a fool to do it.

Come on into the van.
I haven't seen ya since last night.

Oh, I'd better not, had I?
What about Sarno?

Oh, don't worry about him.

He'll be counting the takings
for the next half hour.

What ever made you
take up riding the wall?

Well, maybe I don't have to eat.

Maybe I just suck
petrol through a straw.

Well, I suppose
it's very wonderful but

I hated every minute of it.

That's what they pay their
money for, didn't you know?

To hate it.

Hate it so much
they hope I'll fall off.

Did you want to know
how I got on last night?

I know how you got on,
the same as me in Birmingham.

And we're not beaten yet.

No until to those tapes
go up on Friday night.

Not while someone's got
the money.

Here.

Where'd you get it, Mag?

Borrowed it.

- From Foley?
- Yeah.

- Without him knowing?
- But he's bound to find out.

He doesn't check
up until Saturday.

It'll be back by then.

It isn't stealing when
you mean to put it back.

But if you lose it--

Mag didn't take this money
'cause he thought I'd get beaten,

and I'm not taking it
'cause I think I will.

I'll get the
machine tomorrow, Mag.

Give me a chance to tune her up--

Hey!

I thought I told you
to get out of here.

Go and turn someone
else's van into a--

Shut up.

It's my van, and I'm
telling you to get out.

And I'm getting out, too.

And I know what, you can
ride the wall yourself.

Whose is it?

- Where'd it come from?
- What's it to you?

Give it to me.

Oh, you dirty little--

(SLAP)

- Thanks again, Mag.
- All in the service, lady.

You can help me pack.

I think I'd better get back
to the booth for a workout.

Yeah.
We'll see you around.

- Mag.
- Yes?

Mag, you shouldn't
have taken that money.

How are you gonna pay
it back if he loses?

He told us if he
think he'll get beaten.

I don't think anyone'll beat him.

I'm only afraid he may beat himself.

And I thought you'd be
here because you liked him.

You shouldn't have taken it, Mag.

It's got nothing to do with you.

Good evening, Sarah.

Oh, it's either broke, or
it's lost its tin opener.

Do you know where Racer is?

Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.

Is that all you want to know?

Oh, there'll be three to supper.

Three?

Well, that's what the cards said.

But if you want to eat, you'll have
to help me with these potatoes.

I put the rabbit on.

Hello, Mag.

Oh, don't look so
surprised to see me.

Where's Racer?

Oh, I told him he
could stay at my place.

Maybe I should
have ridden the wall.

That's not fair, Mag.

Now, look here, Mag.

She's staying with me for a bit.

She wants to see you fight.

Go on, take her for a walk.

Go on.

It's a lovely night for a walk.

Lil, I'm--

I'm sorry about what
I said at Sarah's, I--

I thought--

That's all right.
I know what you thought.

Mag, will you listen
to me this once,

and I promise I won't
bother you again?

Don't let Racer use you.

I don't think he's worth
getting into trouble for.

But I thought you
were helping him, too.

Yes, I'll help him,
but not blindly.

I liked him at first,
but now it's not him so

much as what's gonna
happen to him.

It's like reading a book
and not being able to put

it down 'till you get to the end.

Maybe there isn't
an end to get to.

Why are you telling me all this?

I just don't want you
to get into any trouble.

Lil, I--

Mag, do you still judge me
by coming back with him?

It would be no different
if you'd come back with me.

Isn't it?

I think you ought to know
what happened that night.

- I don't want to know.
- Now, listen.

I had a last tram to catch,
and he said he'd come with me.

When got back to my
place, the landlady

had heard the show
hadn't opened, and she

wanted some money in advance.

I didn't have enough, and Racer
rubbed her up the wrong way,

so she slammed the door on us.

He said I could
sleep in his caravan,

and he found a lorry to
Birmingham on the way back.

That's all there was to it.

Forget it, I--

Well, Mag, you should
know what he wants.

Maybe if I'd been a
motorbike or had 50 pounds--

Oh, good night.

Foley's waiting
for you in the booth.

- What's up, Ginger?
- I'm leaving.

Not fixin' to get like that guy
you took on on Monday night.

You have nothing to worry about.

Maybe.

But 35 ain't the time
to start thinking

about earning a living in boxing.

First thing you know, you'll
get beaten in the booth.

When that happens,
you've got nothing left.

There's not many that come in
there that can show you much.

- Not waiting to find that out.
- Hey, Ginger.

Yeah?

I'm gonna miss you in the booth.

Gonna miss you too, kid.

What's up, Mick?

You're late.

I thought maybe you
decided to quit, too.

- What, me and you?
- Yes.

Now, listen. I'm Green.

I don't want any holding back.
You see me as you see Green.

But that ain't fair, Mick.

I'm not askin' any favours.
I'm tellin' you what to do.

I want none of that.

I told you not to hold back.

I said I was Green, didn't I?
Put some money up--

Running away before you win it.

Take 'em off, Mick.
We don't want to fight.

We is you.

I'd give that 50 quid just to be
20 years younger for 10 minutes.

I only took it like
I was borrowing it.

Like I was gonna lend it
to someone who'd asked me.

What's this I heard
about you getting stuck

on this girl at Racer's taken in?

Maybe that's your share
of a pension of 50 quid.

See, the money you've got
nothing to do with each other.

And I didn't steal
it, I borrowed it.

I don't care why you took it, Mag.

I'm not even blaming ya,

except for letting him get
such a hold over you

that you haven't got a mind
of your own anymore.

Has Sarno been over?
'Course he's been over.

What do you want to hit him for?

'Cause he said something
I didn't like.

I still wouldn't have looked if
someone hadn't gone on about it,

because I didn't believe you
any of those tricks.

I had to talk Sarno out
of going to the police.

You know what he's like, Mick.

Yes.

And I know what Racer's like, too.

And I can make a pretty
shrewd guess what that girl's

like that he took in with him.

You can forget about her.

She had nothing to do with it.

All right, forget her.

Who's got the money now, you or him?

He has it.

- Has he spent it?
- No.

Then you'd better start
seeing about getting it back.

Listen, Mick, I didn't ask you

because I knew
you wouldn't lend it to him.

If Sarno hadn't come
over and told you,

you'd have known nothing about it.

It would have been
back there by Saturday,

and no one would have
been any the wiser.

It'll be back before then.

Racer can pay his own to help.

I ain't helping him.

I want that money now, Mag.

(KNOCKING)

Yeah, who is it?

MAG: It's all right.
It's me and Lillian.

I thought it was that dopey
dame from next door, again.

Oh, you mean Dora?

She's not a bad sort.

Yeah, but right now, you got
other things to think about.

What are you looking
so happy about?

Go on, Mag. Tell him.

You've got to give
that money back.

Yeah?

Who says so?

Foley.

Sarno's told him that I'd hit
him, and that he'd seen the money.

I tried to make him lend
it to you, but he wouldn't.

Well, maybe I'm not here if
you had told me to give it back.

I don't blame you if you do that.

I'm only telling
you what Foley said.

But you couldn't take it
now, even if Mag let you.

Mag knows what he's doing.

Would it finish you at the
booth if you didn't give it back?

Maybe.

Here.

- Well, I'm not finished yet.
- Where are you going?

I'll be there to watch you fight
tomorrow night, so make it good.

Help me tidy up, Mag.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

Hey, Sarno.

Yeah?

What is it?

- I want to borrow 50 pounds.
- You ain't got to get it from me.

Get out.

All right. You've been asking
for this for a long time.

What time's the next show, mate?

(SARNO GROANS)

Blimey!

GIN: All right, all right, folks.
There's nothing more to see.

Now, break it up.
Break it up.

I've told you, there's
nothing more to see.

- Who is it, Gin?
- Sarno.

Sarno?

Where is he?

Stretcher's taking him
hospital in the car.

He's hurt pretty bad.

Who did it?

Said it was Racer.

Told me the phone for the police,
though I didn't hear very well.

Sarno's been asking for it.

So has Racer, but that's no
call to go pinching 50 quid.

Is that what Sarno said?

I told you I don't hear very well.

Maybe if we get to the
hospital right away, we--

We might be able to
talk Sarno out of it.

I ain't helping Racer.

Besides, he'll get no
more than he deserves.

You haven't heard
Racer's story, yet.

Well, there's nothing
more you can do now.

Besides, I want you
in bed early tonight. Come on.

Your name Maguire?

Yes.

I'm Detective Sergeant Bratcher.

There's some questions
I'd like to ask you.

What do you know about
this Sarno affair?

Nothing but what I heard.

What have you heard?

That someone slugged
him and skipped.

It was your pal Racer, wasn't it?

I don't know.
I wasn't there.

But you're pretty
good pals, aren't you?

Yes.

How long have you known him?

On and off, seven months.

What's his real name?

Racer.

It wasn't Peskett
by any chance, was it?

If it was, he never told me.

Did he happen to tell you
whether he's got any family or not?

None that he's told me about.

Considering you've
known him seven months,

you don't know very
much about him, do you?

I ain't got your curiosity.

Know where he is now?

I don't know.

Skipped town, I expect.

Why did he need the money?

What money?

The money you pinched from the man
who runs the booth, for instance.

What's that gotta do with it?

I'm asking the questions.

You tell me, then.

Nobody is charging
you with anything.

There's no harm in telling
me why he needed the money.

Now look, Maguire.

You're not dealing
with a child, you know?

This is a case of
robbery with violence.

Sarno's got a broken nose,
and a couple of busted ribs.

I can't charge you
for being involved,

but if I find that you or anybody
else has been sheltering Racer,

then I can charge them with being
accessories after the fact.

And I will.

Now, where is he?

Mag.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Wait a minute.

Is this the woman
in Racer's caravan?

Yes.

I want to talk to you.
Wait outside.

You've got a nice way
of talking to people.

Where did you pick her up?

The club.

You met each other before?

No.

And he brought her back home?

Yes.

Perhaps you pinched the
money for him so that he

could give her a good time, eh?

All right, Maguire.
That'll do.

Tell her to come in.

He wants to see you.

Excuse me.

What did I tell ya?

There's nothing but trouble
where he's concerned.

I'm in no trouble, Mick.

There's nothing to worry about.

Oh, I ain't worried.

Not until after you
get yourself run in

and I have no one to put in the
booth against Green, tonight.

You know, she isn't what I expected.

What's her name?

Lillian.

She's got more in the head than
you have too, by the look of it.

What does she do?

Dances in a show.

What does she think about Racer?

Be careful, boy.

Racer isn't worth getting
yourself into trouble over.

I'd like a word with
you somewhere, Foley.

Oh, well you better
come in the booth.

You didn't tell him anything?

No.

He didn't get anything out of me.

He set me out to get Racer.

I'm glad he's out of the way.

You don't suppose he'll come
and watch your fight, do you?

He said he would.

I've got to warn him.

Oh, look, Mag.

He's got himself
into serious trouble,

and we've all had
to lie to help him.

Isn't that enough?

If he gets caught and
you're caught with him,

you'll have to share everything
that's coming to him.

He'd do the same for me.

(SIGHS) I know just how much
he'd do for anyone.

We'd better get him
out of your place.

Oh, he's all right there.

Bratcher doesn't
know where I live.

He'll soon find out.

You don't want to get
mixed up in this, anymore.

And nor do you.

Come on.

We'd better get down
there right away.

No.

We better not both go.

I'll go while Bratcher's
still with Foley.

Why did Maguire steal
this money of yours?

Steal it?

He didn't steal it.
I said he could have it.

Without asking him
what he wanted it for?

Yes.

But why did you ask for it back?

Well, that was when I knew
that he wanted it for Racer.

You don't like Racer, do you?

Well, maybe I don't.

But you think a
lot of Maguire, eh?

Yes, I do.

So it seems.

But Bratcher's sure to keep
a watch on the fairground.

Yeah, so what?

Well, if you come and watch the
fight, he's bound to pick you up.

He hasn't got me, yet.

What are you going to do?

I'll tell you what, I'm gonna ride
in that race, and I'm gonna win it.

- You understand?
- But that's crazy.

If you ride they're bound to
recognise you and arrest you.

What I'm up against ends
at the finishing line.

What happens after that,
I couldn't care less.

Is that winning, leaving
someone else to pay?

What do you mean by that?

Well, Mag's mixed up in
this too, thanks to you.

Oh, so that's the way it is.

Well, it looks as though
I'm out in the cold.

Just don't get him into
any more trouble. That's all I ask.

Trouble?

Well, that means me, I suppose.

- Where are you going?
- Don't you worry about me.

They can tell Mag to make
a fight of it from the start.

Like they do in life, but gamble.

You are the seven and
six for their reading?

No.
Two and six.

Oh, I'm sorry, love.
You're on the wane.

You're going to have
trouble with your back.

Kindly cut the cards,
love, and deal me nine.

Yes. That'll be all
for today, love.

Nothing more?

Yes. Just half a crown.

Now, don't you forget, mind
your back, and avoid lifting heavy

weights between July and August.

Is your name Sarah Smith?

Oh, make yourself
at home, love. Sit down.

I think I ought to
warn you that I'm--

You're a bull.

April 20th May 21st.

Yes, your favourite colour's blue,
and you suffer from your feet.

I'm a police officer,
and I'm here on business.

All that business of yours
is leading you nowhere.

Your cabalistic vibrations
show unwise curiosity

in other people's affairs.

Your cabalistic number is 69.

You're symbolised, in
some cases, as the fool.

A man with a long nose
and his eyes shut.

Never mind that.

Where is this chap who
calls himself Racer?

I'll have a look.

Mm, can't see him.

He's a Scorpio, you know.

No, I didn't know,
and I don't care.

What I want to know is why
he wanted 50 pounds so badly.

Oh, it's cloudin' over.

I can't take one
client after another.

Call back, and see me Tuesday.

Oh, never mind.

Don't forget to watch your feet.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

He's going somewhere, Mag.

They should be here any minute.

How do you feel about it, Mag?

I don't know.

I don't know what it's like
to go in there, knowing I've

not got to stop the other fellow.

We've still got it our
way to make it what we want.

I had a letter from
Simmons this morning.

Is he coming?

He says so.

He's been looking for
someone since Reese retired.

Meaning what?

Well, maybe your manager, if
he thinks you'll make something.

What's wrong with you managing me?

He's got more pull in
the game than I have.

Nobody's got more pull than
a fighter who keeps winning.

He won't make me any better.

A booth is no place for a woman.

That didn't come up yet.

It's what you want, isn't it?

What about you?

Something of this sort
happens at some time or another.

I ain't seen her but once,
but I'd say he was right.

Sarah ain't a bad judge, neither.

You know, I've been thinking
lately that, perhaps, I

wouldn't mind quitting
and taking a gym

and managing one
or two good boys.

I thought the booth was the
only thing you wanted, Mick.

I sometimes think of
a fireside, and a chair

where I could take a
nap in of an evening,

and to be one place
longer than a week.

- What do you want me to do?
- Come with me, Mag.

We could choose our
fights then, instead

of having to take on anybody
who happen to be where we are.

Suits me.

I've got a bit put
by after 20 years.

We might as well
use it while we can.

And is that that I
get from the fights?

No, that'll be yours.
You'll need that for her.

MAG: Hello.

This is Mick Foley.

Yes, we've met already.

You know, it's a good job
I'm not 20 years younger,

or you wouldn't have
stood an earthly.

I told Mag he was right about you.

Why, thank you.

Is he as good as he says he is?

Ah, he ain't that good.

We might be able to make a
champion out of him,

but nothing better.

MAN: Hi. Foley around?

Hello, that sounds
like somebody out front.

I better go and see who it is.

Racer's gone, but he
didn't see where to.

I think he's got some
new plan worked out, Mag.

Don't let him drag you into it.

He's not dragging
me into anything.

Well, you've said that before,
but this time it's serious.

He's in real trouble, and
you've got to keep out of it.

You needn't worry.

Then promise me you will.

All right. I promise.

Here's Green.

Well, with that, I can promise
you a very good house tonight.

Well, how goes it, mate?

It seems yesterday since
I was here with ya.

Yeah, yeah.
That's all it seems.

Yeah, it's still yesterday, here.

This is Maguire.

How goes it, kid?

How's it goin'?

All right, up to now.

So you stop show in
three rounds, huh?

Something like that.

Don't let it give
you any ideas, son.

This isn't a fight.

We don't want you doing
nothing on your own.

Mag knows what it is.

I met Simmons the other day.

Why have you asked him down?

Oh, you don't want
to worry about it.

He's an old pal of mine,

even if he is a top class
manager nowadays.

Yeah? But it doesn't smell
right to me.

Oh, forget it, kid.
You just do the best you can.

Don't worry. I won't hurt you.

This kid's got the wrong idea.

Don't worry.
I'm paying him danger money.

Now, look here.
Let's get this straight.

You're in there to
give Green a workout.

Listen, Dan, you've
got us all wrong.

Mag's not the boy to hurt Teddy.

Now don't start talking
us into anything, Foley,

- or we'll call it off.
- Yeah, yeah.

- We'll call it off.
- We'll call nothing off.

Oh, we'll call nothing off.

Well, Donnie, make up your mind.

- Where do I change?
- You and Riley have my van.

We'll meet here in 20 minutes and
go out on the platform together, OK?

There's no need to
make a spiel about it.

- Everybody knows Green's here.
- If he wants it, let him have it.

Yeah, yeah.
Let him have it.

- Watch it, son.
- Yeah, watch it, son.

Some exhibition.

You've got nothing
to worry about, Mag.

He's bigger than you are, Mag.

Much bigger.

Well, you better
go and strip, Mag.

Mannock will look after you.
I'll go and see to the tickets.

I'll look after the tickets
for you if you show me how.

- All you make, you keep.
- Well, come on then.

FOLEY: Now, ladies and gentlemen,
and secure your tickets.

We will give to you the
boxing treat of the century.

That's all, boys.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Who's that?

He works on the roundabout.

No free list tonight, it's a
shilling.

See what you think
after the first round.

Don't do anything but stand
off and box, and make him miss.

Hey, what's the matter with you?
Asleep or something?

Where's Lillian?

Never mind about Lillian, but
you have a date with Green, first.

Don't forget what
you've been told, son.

Let Teddy make all the moves.
Don't try anything on your own.

This is it.

Hello.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is my pleasure,

tonight, to announce a six rounds no
decision bout between Teddy Green--

(CHEERING)

who as you know, is the contender
for the heavyweight championship

of Great Britain, and
my own boy, Mag Maguire.

(BOOING)

- MAN: Go on, mate. You can.
- MAN♪2: You can do it.

(CHATTER)

Now, don't take any chances.

Seconds away.

Round one.

(BELL)

(CHATTER)

(BELL)

(APPLAUSE)

Listen, don't let him crowd you.

Never mind about
wanting to have a bash.

He's tough.

Well, that's not a
sign of confidence.

You're doin' fine.
You're doin' fine.

Shut up, you.

- What about this eye?
- It's OK.

It's OK.
It's nothing, it's nothing.

- I'll get him in the next round.
- Yeah, don't worry.

You'll get him in
the next round, yeah.

(CHATTER)

Seconds away!

(BELL)

(BOOING)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8--

(BELL)

(APPLAUSE)

Your thumb.

Yes.

It isn't an exhibition anymore.

You can forget what I told you.
Now keep going for that eye of his.

What if it opens up,
is it all right?

Yes he's taking it too far, now.

Take it easy. Sit down.
Sit down, will ya.

Seconds out.

- REFEREE: Round three.
- (BELL)

(CHATTER)

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, out.

(CHEERING)

Oh, good boy, Mag.

Come on, boy, come on!

I'll get Foley for this,
that dirty double-crosser.

You better scarper.
I'll take care of it.

What do you wanna
let him do that for?

(BOOING)

- You all right, kid?
- Yes, it's all right.

- Do you know who I am?
- You're Simmons, aren't you?

- Yes. How's the eye?
- Not so bad.

- How's Green's?
- Not so good.

Well, if you've done nothing
else, you've at least

postponed
the championship fight.

Tell me, how'd you like
to fight Green again?

Suits me.

After he's fought Lenox.

Well, we'll fix up one or
two good fights for you.

You know, just to sort of get
your name in line with his.

What if he beats Lenox?

Then we'll go after Lenox.

(LAUGHING)
The names you let me in for.

I was never born.

And if I was, I didn't
have any parents,

and they were never married.

Now you know the truth.

They're scared that it
may get in the papers.

Yeah, you'll tell 'em.

You won't do it, will ya? No.

No. I'll ring him up tell
him it ain't true. (LAUGHS)

Tell him it was Green
who started the fight.

- Do you want me for anything?
- Not if you're busy, Mag.

Go on.
She's waiting outside.

- I'll see you later, maybe.
- Yeah.

What do you want me to do?
Take Maguire?

Not all of him.
About half, Sam.

Which half?

The promoting, and I'll
stick to the training.

You've got something
there, Mick.

He said nothing would
make him miss this fight.

I knew he'd be there.

When I saw Bratcher moving
towards him, I thought he'd had it.

Then you weren't really
watching the fight.

Oh, yes I was.

You'll go places all right, Mag.

As long as you don't
do anything silly.

Foley's talking about quitting
the booth and setting up in a gym.

- He wants me to go with him.
- You mean leave the fair?

Yeah.

He says it'll be a more
settled life, more suitable.

Suitable? For who?

For you, if you'll come.

- Supposing I won't.
- Then I won't, either.

Why should you leave a thing
like this depending on me?

- You've only known me four days.
- Does it matter?

How does your eye feel?

It's all right. It's nothing.

You want to get to
bed early tonight.

Lil, you-- you haven't told me.

You haven't said that--

I'll tell you in the morning.

Some exhibition.

You shouldn't have come.

And miss that?

Hey, you crazy?

Sarno's been telling me you
took 50 pounds out of the till.

Yeah, it's his story.

You shouldn't have
slugged him like that.

No?

Maybe you shouldn't
have slugged Green.

Maybe you should have just kissed
him and let him get away with it.

That's different.

Is it?

But what good did it do you?

If you haven't got the money,
you're still where you were.

Yes, still off the track.

Now listen, Mag.
You gotta help me tonight.

- What are you gonna do?
- I got it all figured out, see?

But first I need my tool kit out
of the wall.

- It's probably locked by now.
- So what? It's only a padlock.

All we need's a screwdriver
and you to keep a lookout.

I don't want no part of it.

What's the matter with you?

She got you on her
apron strings, already?

Oh, I'm sorry Mag.

Lil's is a nice kid,
and you're the lucky one.

I won't ask you to
do anything again.

Yeah, I was forgetting.

You're all set, now.
You're on top of the world.

It's me that's out in the cold.

You know, Mag,

it's not just riding
in that competition and winning it.

I'm riding against
the last two years.

All I know is I've gotta do it.

Ah, forget it.

Maybe I'd be the
same way as you if I

was sitting pretty with a
wonderful girl like that thrown in.

Here's luck to you, Mag.

We've had some good
times together.

Where you're going?

I thought maybe ol' Mannock
would lend me a screwdriver.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

- Racer, what are you doing?
- Nothing. Jump in.

But you can't take
his car with me.

Listen, either get in or stay out.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

- What about?
- I got something to sell.

Maybe I got plenty to sell.

A pity I'm not
wanting to buy anything.

- What's your business?
- I'm a butcher.

Me, I got a restaurant.

Maybe I can sell you some meat.

Maybe.

You'll need a car to fetch it in.

- Make and year?
- Hudson, '38.

Maybe a car like that
costs a lot of money.

90.

Maybe there's something wrong with
it for you to let it go at that.

I'm in a hurry.

It's a lot of money.

75.

Look, if I wanted 75, I'd of
said 100 and let you offer me 85.

I want 90.

You're too honest.

80.

You got yourself a motor car.

Maybe I'm funny.

Not anymore, you're not.

- Give you 75.
- You said 80.

Your laugh's expensive.

All right.
Even had a fiver a laugh.

Where is it?

Outside.

You know Grogan's garage?

No.

Turn right two streets
down past the traffic lights.

Take it there, and
give 'em this card.

Yeah, but what about the money?

You phone me here.

Well, we're all set, Mag.

I know. I heard.

Look, stick around and
collect for me, will ya?

look, count me out.

I don't want to have any
more to do with it.

Oh, please Mag.
You know the way these people are.

They may twist me.

Thanks, Mag.

Did you get it?

Give that to Lil for the rent.

We don't want none of that.

OK, OK.

There's nothing to stop me now.

Hello, chum.

You're out late.

Yeah, we got insomnia.

Well, what do you got in there?

Jewels.
The Crown Jewels.

Well, let's have a look inside.

Tools, eh?

And what do you use them for?

Breakin' into banks.

You know of any easy ones?

Haven't I seen you
somewhere before, chum?

It depends where you've been.

Weren't you fighting Teddy
Green down at the fair, tonight?

Yeah, that's right.

Of course.

I was down there
before I came on.

You gave him
a proper pasting, son.

You know, I never did
think he had it, that lad.

He's got no power
behind his punch.

He's all fancy work.

- I'm glad you think so.
- I do a bit of boxing myself.

Is he a pal of yours?

Yes.

Oh, well that's
good enough for me.

That was a very nice fight.

Good night, lad.

Good night.

Yeah, what'd I tell you, Mag?

I couldn't do anything without you.

Here, take this screwdriver
before I forget.

Good night, Racer.

(LAUGHING)

MICK: Is that what he said?

SARAH: Yes, you're tellin' me.

MICK: Pass the toast, will ya?

Put her there.

How does it feel to be famous?

Penny to speak and tuppence to
touch.

It isn't enough.

That's to you.
Double to anyone else.

Well, what do you
think about it, Lil?

Do I have a think?

Well, of course.

It concerns you as
much as anybody, now.

He's after money
and you, you know.

- Or hasn't he told you, yet?
- I thought he was after my money.

It is lovely, you know.

Honey, I thought if he told
you, it would come as a shock.

You're hooked, all right.

I'd of see you landed
with the two of 'em.

Yes, and you'd be hooked an all

- if it wasn't for your cards.
- Come on, Sarah.

Put him out of his misery.

Well, I don't know what
you're talking about.

You must teach me how to cook.

Mick deserves something after
20 years of living like this.

I eat sometimes, too.

Anything will do for you.

There's something
I haven't told you.

- What?
- I don't stop at hitting women.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, that reminds me
of my first husband.

Oh, have some marmalade.

(BELL DINGING)

Good morning.

It's all right.

You can all stay if you want to,
but it's Maguire I want to talk to.

Son, whose car
was taken last night?

It was there at 11 when
Fletcher locked up,

but it wasn't when
he came this morning.

Why tell me?
I know nothing about it.

The doors were locked,
Fletcher had the ignition key.

So whoever took it
knew something about cars.

Racer's not the only one.

Yes, I know.

But he had good reason
to take it.

He wanted money for
something, didn't he?

So you say.

So you said yourself
when you admitted

taking the money from Foley.

Racer must need money pretty
badly to let you steal it.

To attack Sarno and then to
pinch a car, on top of it all.

If he did steal the car.

He's got a pretty strong
influence over you, hasn't he?

Huh.

Well, you'd sympathise with him
and help him in anything he did.

- Maybe I would.
- And you did help him.

Maybe I have.

Did you see him last night?

Where were you last night?

I was fighting.

And after 11?

- After 11, Maguire.
- I was in bed.

If anything went
wrong with the machine

they used on the
wall, who repaired it?

Racer did.

What with?

With tools, I expect.

Whose tools were they?
His or Sarno's?

I don't know.

The wall was broken
into, last night.

We found marks of a
screwdriver, but the padlock

had been taken off
and put back again.

I've seen Sarno and got an inventory
of the stuff that was inside,

and the only thing that's
missing is Racer's toolkit.

Now, who else would take the
trouble of breaking into the wall

just to pinch his toolkit?

Well, Maguire, what have
you got to say to that?

All right.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

If I find out you're mixed
up in this thing now,

you'll know what to expect.

Well, Mag.

I didn't think you were the sort
that went looking for trouble.

You promised me to keep out of it.

Now I know just what
your promise is worth.

Lil!

Now, listen to me.
There's nothing to listen to.

You broke your promise,
and that's that.

But Racer's my friend.

I've got to give him a
hand when he's in a spot.

But this is more than a spot.

He's a criminal.
He's wanted by the police.

You don't understand.

In an outfit like this, you
learn to stick together.

You got to.

Things are different here, where
you're on the move from place

- to place, week in--
- They're not different.

The same things
are wrong anywhere.

Oh, Mag. How can I ever
be sure of you again?

But everything's fixed now.

He's got his bike.
He's riding in the comp.

I don't have to help him anymore.

No, not 'till next time he asks.

And it's not only now, it's always.

Even if he goes to prison,
when he comes out,

I'll only be waiting for
it to happen all over again.

- But then you--
- It's no use, Mag.

You've got to choose
between Racer and me.

Choose?

You've got to go and find
Bratcher and tell him the truth.

Or else, I'm through with you.

But Racer is the
only friend I got.

That's all you need to say.

Goodbye.

Lillian.

What would you have done

if Bratcher had asked you
where Racer was?

There you are.

That makes you see things
different, doesn't it?

No, it doesn't.

Can't you see that Racer's
not the only one in this now?

You're in it. I'm in it.

Someone's got to keep sensible
and face up to things.

You mean you'd have
shopped him to the police?

Yes, I would.

Hi, Mag.
How'd I make out?

Look all right to me.

Yeah.

Fighting's tame
compared to this, eh?

Listen, son.

You try a caper like that
tonight, and you'll be kicked out.

Yeah? They never kicked
a winner out yet.

Yeah, well you're running
against kids tonight.

Remember that, eh?

- You mean mugs?
- I said kids. I'm warning you.

Who's he?

The captain, he calls himself.

He rides for the track.

He'd had it years ago, but no
one ever bothered to tell him.

How's the bike?

Well, not so bad.

Needs a few adjustments,
but she's OK now.

Well, maybe we ought to
christen her.

Call her trouble.

What's a matter?

I thought you were all set.
Wedding bells, championship belts.

Where's Lil?

She's gone.

Gone?

What, after last night?

Yeah.
After last night.

I'm sorry, Mag.
Is there anything I can do?

No.

I came here to warn
you about Bratcher.

What about him?

He knows we took the
toolkit from the wall.

It won't be long now
before he puts two

and two together
and comes up here.

Yeah, but when?

Maybe tonight.

I'm not too worried about the car.
He's got that to prove.

If he comes up here and gets
for Sarno, what'll I get?

Three months, maybe?

I can do that standing on
my head, if I win the race.

No, what worries me
is him coming up here

before I get a chance to ride.

Must you ride?

Why can't you leave
town now, while you can?

No.

I've got a machine.

I brought it here to make it
do what it was meant to do.

Nothing that rides will stop me,
and Bratcher won't, either.

Dunno how you'll start
or how I'll stop him,

but I'm not quitting now.

Good evening.

- What are you doing here?
- I'd like to talk to you.

Now, I'm going to be
quite frank with you.

I don't think Maguire had anything
to do with the attack on Sarno,

but I think he had something
to do with stealing the car.

I could arrest him for
complicity, for lying,

and for obstructing the
police, but I don't want to.

I think he's got a
mistaken sense of loyalty.

Why have you come to me?

'Cause I think you've
got more sense than he has.

What do you want me to do.

I found out about Racer coming
here after he left the fair,

and I'm pretty certain
Maguire knows where he is now.

And I think you do, too.

You're pretty fond of
Maguire, aren't you?

What is this?

Are you offering to let
him go if I tell you?

No. I'm not making any bargains.

But I think there is
something you ought to know.

I've had a word with the
hospital about Sarno.

He's had a haemorrhage, and
they don't like the look of it.

Now, you don't want to be mixed
up in a murder charge, do you?

And you would be, you know?
Both of you.

- Have you told him?
- Maguire? No.

He hasn't been at the
fair since this morning.

I thought he might be here.

When were you
thinking of leaving?

- Tonight.
- Is he going with you?

No.

Oh, I see.

Perhaps you can tell me
where I can find him.

You know, I'm pretty
disappointed in you.

I expected the fair
people to stick together,

but I thought you had
more sense.

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

No.

Well, in that case, we
shall probably meet again.

You both had your chance,
you know.

Pity.

That boy had a future.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Follow her when she comes out,
and let me know where she goes.

All right.

- Mike, Mike.
- What's the matter with you?

Look, Mike, the cards.
They come out at last.

Oh yeah.

Mike, the cards are saying yes.

(LAUGHING)

If you're not going to be serious
after all your repeated offers--

Of course I'm serious, mate.
I always have been. You know that.

It came as a bit of a
shock, that was all.

- Well, how about it?
- How about what?

How about a kiss?

- You are awful.
- Come on.

Oh, bloody.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

- Where's Mag?
- So you're back, after all.

Is Mag here?

I don't know. I haven't
seen him since breakfast.

Oh, he must be at
the speedway, then.

That's where Racer is.
He's riding in the competition.

So that was his game.

Mick, you've got to
find him and warn him.

- What about?
- Bratcher's been to see me.

- Did you tell him anything?
- No nothing it was what he told me.

They think Sarno's going to die.

That means they'll be
taking Racer for murder.

I knew it.
I saw it in his cards.

And Mag's in it, too.

Bratcher's looking for
him to try and arrest him.

Oh, Mick, you've got to
find him and warn him.

- Why don't you come with me?
- Oh, he wouldn't listen to me.

'Course he will.

Besides, the shows opening
at Blackpool on Monday,

and I'm off to join it.

Well look, I'll try and find him.
Will you be here when I get back?

No.

Don't worry too much, dear.
Come and have a cup of tea.

ANNOUNCER: Hello, everybody.

The winner of heat 3 was
Eddie Peskett in white.

Second, Stan Pearson in red.

Third, Jump Morie in blue.

Bit easy, eh?

ANNOUNCER: The winners
time was 61.6 seconds.

Eddie Peskett now enters the final,
and will ride in front.

The fastest second was
Burt Spence from heat 2,

who arrived in yellow and black.

You rode a good race
in your heat son.

- Thanks, man.
- Now, don't worry, kid.

You'll feel just about the same as
I did when I rode my first race.

You'll be all right
when you get out there.

Get into the lead at the first
bend, and then settle down

and leave it to the bike.
Trust it.

And don't ride two to one.

OK, then.

Watch that.

What's up with that bloke?

He killed a bloke up
north a couple of years ago.

Take it easy, tonight.

This ain't no league
match, you know.

It's a race, isn't it?

If you want to get back on the
track, it's the way you ride.

Not whether you win.

- Hey, have you got a pass?
- Yes, Sir.

This is a matter of life and death.

Sorry, you can't come
in here without a pass.

Mag!

Hey, Mick.
Did you see him?

He was wonderful.
He made the others look beginners.

- What is it, Mick?
- You can forget about him.

It's you after now, as well
as him, maybe for murder.

Why?
What's happened?

They think Sarno will die tonight.

- Who told you?
- Never mind about that.

Listen, Mag, there's only
one thing you can do.

If you don't want to stand up
there in the dock beside him,

come with me now, and tell Bratcher
all you know about this thing,

before it's too late.

I must go and tell him.

There's still time before the final.

Mag, Mag!

Racer.

Hi, Mag.
Did ya see me?

- It's Sarno.
- What about him?

They think he's gonna die.

What do they expect me to do?
Send him a wreath?

Look, you've got to skip now.

You don't want to be
held for murder, do you?

ANNOUNCER: Hello, everybody.

We now come to the final of
our 100 pound biker competition.

The riders will be:
Jackie Evans in red,

Dick Rollins in blue,

Eddie Peskett in white,

and Burts Pets
in yellow and black.

Thanks, Mag.
Thanks for everything.

(CHEERING)

They bury the dead
at the pit end.

(CAR ENGINES RUMBLING)

That's Peskett, the
one in the white helmet.

Want me to stop the race?

No. He might get away
in the crowd.

- Put a man on an all the exits.
- All right.

(ALARM)

ANNOUNCER: The race has
been stopped by the steward

in the interest of safety.

It will be rerun as
soon as possible.

Is he in here?

You can't come in.
What do you want?

It's all right.
I know this chap.

It's all right Maguire.

Let me know about the inquest.

Yes, Doc.
I'll get in touch with you.

There's nothing you can do, son.

Yes, I know.

This'll get the
track such a bad name.

So what?

Isn't that all they come
to see, an accident?

You know he's a criminal?

Who was going to be
arrested after the race.

He was what?

All right, I'll see you about
that later. Do you mind?

- Would you like to see him?
- No. I don't need to.

I saw him ride.

What happens now?

They'll take him to the
mortuary, there'll be an inquest,

and then the next of kin
can claim for burial.

Otherwise, the town will bury him.

- Can I claim him?
- Yes, if there are no relatives.

He didn't have anybody.

Is there anything you
can tell me about him?

Something that might be
useful at the inquest?

I don't know anything,
not even how old he was.

Would you like some of his things?

Yes, I'll have them.

Where are you going to now?

Back to the fair.

Any other plans?

I don't know.

Maguire.

Maguire, I'm glad I didn't
have to take you, after all.

I'm glad I didn't have to take
that girl of yours, either.

Now look here, old son.

Why don't you try giving her
something of what you gave him.

She wouldn't waste it.

It's too late.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

Mike!

Mag!

So you didn't tell
Bratcher after all?

What about you?
Is Bratcher going to--

Racer's dead.

- Dead?
- FOLEY: Yeah.

He tried to cut in on
a bend and crashed.

Oh, Mag. I'm sorry.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC)

(MUSIC PLAYING)