Shadows And Fog Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Shadows And Fog Script


  

  

 

                   

- (men banging)

- Kleinman, open up!



 

                   

- Kleinman!

- We know you're in there!



 

                   

Kleinman!



 

                   

Come on, Kleinman!



 

                   

l'm coming! l'm coming!



 

                   

Kleinman!



 

                   

- For God's sake, Kleinman. Are you deaf?

- What do you mean? What's going on?



 

                   

- We need you. Get dressed.

- Why?



 

                   

- Don't play ignorant.

- l was in a deep sleep.



  

                   

- We expect the killer to strike tonight.

- What killer?



  

                   

- The strangler.

- What strangler?



  

                   

The maniac who killed Eisler's son

and choked Jensen with the piano wire.



  

                   

Jensen? The... the...

the big night watchman?



  

                   

That's right. Took him from behind.



  

                   

Crept up, got him by the throat.

He was blue when we found him.



  

                   

Saliva frozen down the corner

of his mouth.



  

                   

Well, look, l've gotta be up early

tomorrow for work, so...



  

                   

Don't play dumb. Tonight's a foggy night.

He always strikes in the fog.



  

                   

Yeah, but, you see, this is a very

busy time for me in my firm.



  

                   

l'm in competition for

a promotion with Simon Carr.



  

                   

Don't you know no one

can walk the streets at night?



  

                   

And the Quilty sisters

were killed in their own home...



  

                   

..because they didn't lock the door,

throats cut from ear to ear.



  

                   

- You said he was a strangler.

- Does it matter how he kills?!



  

                   

What is he getting so angry for? OK, OK.



  

                   

- There's no motive?

- So you know about it.



  

                   

Well, you know, l hear,

now and then, a drib and drab.



  

                   

- He hears what he wants to hear.

- Get dressed.



  

                   

- This is police business.

- They've had their chance.



  

                   

- We're taking it into our own hands.

- That's scary.



  

                   

- You're one of us, aren't you?

- l'm definitely one of you.



  

                   

- What do you want me to do?

- We have a plan to trap him.



  

                   

- What kind of plan?

- lt's Hacker's. He should tell it.



  

                   

You'll find out your assignment.

Get dressed.



  

                   

- What do you mean?

- Meet you downstairs in five minutes.



  

                   

My theory is, it's someone

that we all know,...



  

                   

..someone we work next to

or go to church with.



  

                   

He lurks in the shadows,

waiting to pounce.



  

                   

But, you see, l was in a deep sleep,

so... so l was...



  

                   

What is this plan? How can l be of help?



  

                   

Kleinman. Kleinman. ln, in, in, in.



  

                   

Kleinman, here.



  

                   

- l brought you some pepper.

- Pepper?



  

                   

l overheard everything. lf you're caught

by the maniac, blow pepper in his eyes.



  

                   

Very good. l'll ward him off with

a seasoning. This is ridiculous!



  

                   

- l'm petrified. l'm not gonna go out...

- Be a man, Kleinman.



  

                   

Be a man? Suddenly, in the middle of the

night, l gotta put on a suit and a tie and...



  

                   

What do you need a tie for? You're

going to hunt for a homicidal maniac.



  

                   

Do l know who l'll run into out there?

What if l see my boss?



  

                   

Mr Paulsen is funny that way.



  

                   

There's a big competition between me

and Simon Carr for this promotion.



  

                   

What are you killing yourself for?

What does it mean? An extra few dollars?



  

                   

No, l told you. lt isn't the money.

l wanna amount to something.



  

                   

Why should Carr get the promotion?

Because he takes Paulsen to dinner?



  

                   

You're too frightened of Mr Paulsen.

You cringe in front of him like a worm.



  

                   

Well, he makes me nervous.

And l don't cringe.



  

                   

- Calling him ''Your Majesty'' is cringing.

- Stop it. l don't like this.



  

                   

l don't wanna go out. l was in a nice

warm bed. Suddenly l'm part of a plan.



  

                   

Come to your senses and marry me.

You could tell your boss to stuff it...



  

                   

- ..and you'd own half of this whole place.

- l'm not gonna marry you.



  

                   

- l have a fiancée.

- Some fiancée.



  

                   

Eve wants you for an ornament,

if you get the promotion.



  

                   

Don't talk about Eve.

l don't wanna discuss this.



  

                   

- Eve is a lovely creature.

- Eve treats you like scum. Be careful.



  

                   

l'd hate for them to find you in an alley

with your throat slit from ear to ear.



  

                   

Don't worry about that.

He mostly strangles.



  

                   

Gee, it´s empty.



  

                   

Where is everybody?



  

                   

They´re supposed to be here.



  

                   

Where the hell´d they go?



  

                   

The street´s so desolate.



  

                   

(cat screeches)



  

                   

l don´t like this. l wanna get back into bed.

l can´t do that, though.



  

                   

lfsomething goes wrong with their plan,

they´ll say it´s my fault.



  

                   

Why me?



  

                   

l'm an artist. Every town we played in,

l'd get huge laughs. And here, nothing.



  

                   

l mean, no one comes, and the few

that do just sit there stonefaced.



  

                   

l know. l was very little appreciated

myself. None of us were.



  

                   

- Your specialty is quite different to mine.

- l don't know about that.



  

                   

You can tell a lot about an audience by

how they respond to a sword-swallower.



  

                   

Nothing is more terrifying than attempting

to make people laugh, and failing.



  

                   

Why do we put up with it?

When we pull out tomorrow,...



  

                   

..why don't we just tell

Danzig we're quitting?



  

                   

- To do what?

- Well, settle down.



  

                   

Where we don't have to travel all the time,

where it's not such a gruelling life.



  

                   

Get married, you know.

Live like other people.



  

                   

We're not like other people. We're artists.



  

                   

With great talent comes responsibility.



  

                   

But it would be so nice.

You could find a job someplace.



  

                   

Doing what? Collecting other people's

refuse? Sweeping the streets?



  

                   

Of course not! No, you're clever.

Somebody'd give you an opportunity.



  

                   

But l have a rare opportunity now,

to make people laugh.



  

                   

To make them forget their sad lives.



  

                   

Listen, it's not my fault

that this stupid travelling show...



  

                   

..is completely mismanaged.



  

                   

l'm sure Danzig steals...

every cent of profit.



  

                   

- l wanna have a baby.

- We're going to, but not right now.



  

                   

A family? That's death to the artist.

l need peace and quiet.



  

                   

l mean, you know, my mind, it's funny...



   

                   

lt's just constantly filled with...



   

                   

..new routines, ideas, gags,

brilliant and creative twists.



   

                   

Why don't you tell the truth?

You don't want to get married.



   

                   

So you can play cards and flirt

with all the adoring ladies.



   

                   

- That's not true.

- Oh, yes, it is.



   

                   

l have to make a name for myself first.



   

                   

- (sobs)

- We will get marr...



   

                   

- l love you.

- No. You keep promising.



   

                   

But soon it's gonna be too late

for me to have a baby.



   

                   

Don't cry.



   

                   

- Listen, l'll talk to Danzig.

- You don't mean it.



   

                   

l do mean it. Stop.

You know l can't stand that.



   

                   

Don't cry.



   

                   

(woman) The audience

was too quiet tonight.



   

                   

l felt sorry for you.



   

                   

You're the only one they seem to like.



   

                   

Yeah, but l have my little tricks

for seducing them.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

What are you doing

wandering around out here?



   

                   

l was on my way to speak to Danzig.



   

                   

Like lrish whiskey?



   

                   

Yes, but my doctor says

it's very bad for my stomach.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

That's too bad.



   

                   

But, uh...



   

                   

lt's... probably relaxing.



   

                   

The most voluptuous woman

in the circus.



   

                   

lt would be my luck

she'd be married to the strongman.



   

                   

Don't worry about Peter.

He's had a gallon of this already.



   

                   

(snoring)



   

                   

(clown) You know, sometimes when

you're up on the high wire, l look at you.



   

                   

You look so...



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Edible.



   

                   

How hungry are you now?



   

                   

l'm always famished

after a performance. And you?



   

                   

l can never sleep on an empty stomach.



   

                   

Do you have a taste for anything special?



   

                   

l'm not fussy. l eat

what you put in front of me.



   

                   

And you're sure

your husband won't wake up?



   

                   

l mean, l have seen

what he does to iron bars.



   

                   

Nothing wakes Peter up.



   

                   

Certainly not the sound

of two people moaning.



   

                   

Oh, you...! Thank God

l saw you come in here!



   

                   

- Rat! You rat!

- (clown) lrmy!



   

                   

You said you were going to Danzig!

You were supposed to go to Danzig!



   

                   

- Sh! My husband.

- Damn you!



   

                   

- Wait! We were talking about acrobatics!

- Acrobatics!



   

                   

l was showing him how to do a backbend.



   

                   

You never take your eyes off her. You're

always standing under her trapeze,...



   

                   

..looking up her legs. l see you!



   

                   

- Because we're planning this routine.

- Sure you are!



   

                   

What do you take me for anyway?

And l wanted to have a baby with you.



   

                   

l know. We'll continue this later.



   

                   

- l know, but l don't wanna have a baby.

- You are such a pig!



   

                   

- l told you...

- You are a pig.



   

                   

- l told you a thousand times.

- l don't want a baby with you anyway.



   

                   

lf you were the last man on earth,

l don't want a baby with you.



   

                   

Good!



   

                   

You're never gonna have to see me again!



   

                   

Good! Good riddance!



   

                   

l like my freedom.



   

                   

- What do you want, Kleinman?

- Doctor, l'm sorry.



   

                   

Can l come in, just for a minute?

Would it be possible? l have a question.



   

                   

- (Kleinman) Are you in on the plan?

- Of course l am.



   

                   

- Didn't you think l would be?

- l wanna find out my assignment.



   

                   

- Please, don't disturb anything.

- No, l wouldn't think of it.



   

                   

l just wanna find out my participation

in the plan, you know.



   

                   

Of course, l wouldn't mind

having a little drink.



   

                   

- A drink?

- You know, the fog. lt's a little damp.



   

                   

So l, you know...



   

                   

But not if it's an imposition.



   

                   

l've never been here before.

This is an interesting...



   

                   

lt's cheerful.



   

                   

l'm performing an unusual amount

of autopsies these days.



   

                   

Yes, l'm sure. That's probably

what accounts for...



   

                   

..so many of those human fingers lying

around. You don't generally see that.



   

                   

l guess the maid doesn't get in

that often to straighten up, so...



   

                   

My interest in all this murder business

is entirely scientific.



   

                   

l'm sure, l'm sure.



   

                   

l'm determined to use this opportunity

to find out something definitive about...



   

                   

..the nature of evil.



   

                   

(doctor) Why is the killer the way he is?



   

                   

Sometimes certain impulses that

can drive an insane man to murder...



   

                   

..inspire others to highly creative ends.



   

                   

Once l have him here, on this table,...



   

                   

..dismembered and scrutinised

in minute detail,...



   

                   

..l shall know the answer

with certainty to questions...



   

                   

..that now l can only speculate on.



   

                   

Yeah, but it's not possible

that under the microscope...



   

                   

..there's something

that you could never see?



   

                   

What are you implying?

A spiritual element?



   

                   

A soul that lives on after we're dead?



   

                   

A god?



   

                   

Ask him if there's anything else.



   

                   

What are you thinking now?



   

                   

l just must remember next time

l go out to a restaurant...



   

                   

..not to order the sweetbreads.



   

                   

Kleinman, you'd better go.



   

                   

The time is growing very short.



   

                   

So there's nothing you can tell me

about my participation in the plan?



   

                   

l'll go.



   

                   

The doctor was no help at all.



   

                   

This is ridiculous. Where is everybody?



   

                   

Unless... this is part of the plan.



   

                   

Maybe they have me under surveillance.



   

                   

lf anything bad happens,

they'll come running out and grab me.



   

                   

Unless they don´t come running out.



   

                   

But they could never think

that l'd be any match for a maniac.



   

                   

A deranged person is supposed

to have the strength of ten men.



   

                   

l have the strength of... one small boy...



   

                   

..with polio.



   

                   

Quiet, quiet, quiet!



   

                   

lt's Bretschneider. He's been strangled.



   

                   

Sh!



   

                   

The killer may still be near.



   

                   

(Kleinman) Poor Bretschneider.



   

                   

He had no enemies.



   

                   

- (coughing)

- (gasps)



   

                   

- (woman) Don't be afraid.

- Oh!



   

                   

- l'm sorry l scared you.

- Oh, you... you really did scare me.



   

                   

l didn't see you

standing there in the shadows.



   

                   

lt's such a foggy night.



   

                   

l was just going into town.



   

                   

You should be indoors. lt's not safe.



   

                   

- (smashing glass)

- l don't care.



   

                   

What was that?



   

                   

l don't know.



   

                   

What are you doing out here tonight?



   

                   

l'm used to the streets.

lt's how l make my living.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

What do you do?



   

                   

Oh, l... l work with the circus.



   

                   

Well, you should have stayed there.

Don't you know what's lurking in this fog?



   

                   

l'm never going back.



   

                   

Oh, l see.



   

                   

- That's how it is.

- Except l have no place to sleep.



   

                   

And l'm getting cold.



   

                   

- l'll find you a place at the house.

- The house?



   

                   

- The whorehouse.

- Me?



   

                   

lt's warm. You'll get something to eat.

lt's a lot safer in there than it is out here.



   

                   

Come on. Stop looking at me like that.

You'll have your privacy.



   

                   

Hi, everybody. This is lrmy. She's with the

circus. She needs a place to flop tonight.



   

                   

- What do you do in the circus, huh?

- l'm a sword-swallower.



   

                   

A sword-swallower?

That's my specialty too.



   

                   

- She's good at everything.

- Hungry?



   

                   

- Yes, starving.

- Good. Just in time for dinner.



   

                   

We got some stew. Come on.



   

                   

- l don't mind spanking them.

- l do.



   

                   

But when l have to speak

in the nanny's voice...



   

                   

The strangest one l ever had was when

l had to make believe that l was twins.



   

                   

- l've never worked so hard.

- He should've hired the Beckman sisters.



   

                   

- They cost a fortune, though.

- They're on call to a sultan in Morocco.



   

                   

Why would any man

want identical whores?



   

                   

lf you're gonna hire two women,

wouldn't you want variety?



   

                   

The worst was the businessman

from Budapest and his crazy fantasies.



   

                   

He sent me out at  am to see

if l could buy six pounds of butter.



   

                   

l had to walk him on a leash.



   

                   

They all look so innocent and dignified

when they walk in here, don't they?



   

                   

Then you hear the things

they want you to do.



   

                   

- l think this is shocking lrmy.

- No, no, no. Not at all. No. l was just...



   

                   

l was just thinking that, for me,

l just don't think it would be possible...



   

                   

..for me to just take money from someone

and then pretend to feel passion.



   

                   

- l just don't think l could do it.

- l never thought l could either.



   

                   

Till my husband needed an operation.



   

                   

- You're married?

- Yeah. l was.



   

                   

After he pulled through, realised

how l'd paid the hospital, he left me.



   

                   

- Good riddance.

- Yeah, good riddance.



   

                   

(lrmy) So the customers don't mind

that it's just all mechanical?



   

                   

Without any feeling or anything?



   

                   

Mind? Ours is the only business that

hasn't been affected by the killings.



   

                   

There's only one thing

men will brave murder for.



   

                   

- That little furry animal between our legs.

- Let me tell you something.



   

                   

Men and women want

very different things out of sex.



   

                   

They've never forgiven each other.



   

                   

(lrmy) Where would

you say love came in?



   

                   

There's only one kind of love that lasts -

unrequited love. lt stays with you for ever.



   

                   

- You take it from me.

- Oh, Dorry! You're pitiful.



   

                   

- You don't mean that.

- l do.



   

                   

- She's just bitter about marriage.

- l am not bitter.



   

                   

Yeah, you are!



   

                   

Marriage. Let me tell you gals

somethin' about marriage.



   

                   

You gotta work at marriage,

like anything else.



   

                   

- A good marriage takes a lot of work.

- When it starts feeling like work, it's over.



   

                   

- lt's all luck.

- l hope not.



   

                   

lt's all luck.

We're all so dependent on luck.



   

                   

l would rather not admit that,

if you don't mind.



   

                   

How can it all be luck?



   

                   

Well, let's say this guy likes to be sat on -



   

                   

(cackling)



   

                   

..l'm serious - and ridden around

the room by a naked woman...



   

                   

..who keeps digging her spurs

into his... into his side.



   

                   

Yeah, Dorry. Show her your spurs, Dorry.



   

                   

He meets maybe    women and when

he tells them, they faint or they laugh.



   

                   

- Or both.

- (Dorry) And then they die.



   

                   

Maybe a few good sports

do it just to please him,...



   

                   

..but sooner or later they say

''What the hell is this?''



   

                   

''l'm riding around on a man's back.''



   

                   

(cackling)



   

                   

''This is insane.''



   

                   

''And my spurs are getting,

you know, blunt.''



   

                   

And then one day he meets a woman

who gets her own erotic pleasure...



   

                   

..by putting on spurs

and riding men around.



   

                   

lt's a marriage made in heaven.

Sheer bliss.



   

                   

- Paul's...

- But what are their chances?



   

                   

My boyfriend, Paul, he's really sweet.



   

                   

lt's just that he's an artist, you know.



   

                   

And a family's death to an artist.



   

                   

l can understand that.



   

                   

l'm sure you'd all find him very funny.

He's... really something.



   

                   

Except when l see him out there, in his

make-up, just getting knocked around...



   

                   

..and falling into a big tub of water,

with all the people laughing,...



   

                   

..l can only think he must have

suffered so to act like that.



   

                   

(knocking)



   

                   

Finally! The rent.



   

                   

There's more in back.

We're just the welcoming committee.



   

                   

Does that mean that l have my choice?



   

                   

- Your credit's always good, Jack.

- Who's the new girl?



   

                   

She doesn't work here.



   

                   

- God, she's beautiful.

- She doesn't work here, Jack.



   

                   

l want her.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

l'll give you anything you want.



   

                   

- Me?

- Mm.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

- No, l'm just spending the night here.

- Well, that's all l plan to do.



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

- l'll give you $  .

- l'm afraid not.



   

                   

-   .

- Sorry.



   

                   

-   .

- Not that l'm not flattered.



   

                   

lt's very nice of you.



   

                   

- $   .

- Jack, she's not a professional.



   

                   

$   .



   

                   

These rich crazies!



   

                   

University students. They wear you out

before you get to the back room.



   

                   

l'll give you $   

to spend an hour with me.



   

                   

l'll spend the rest of the year

with you for $   .



   

                   

- That is an exorbitant sum.

- You're worth it.



   

                   

How do you know?

l might be very disappointing.



   

                   

-    . Cash.

- What's wrong with you? Can't you hear?



   

                   

- She said she wasn't interested.

- (lrmy) You just might be a little drunk.



   

                   

You're the most desirable woman l've

ever met. l wanna make love to you. $   .



   

                   

- You can have all of us for    .

- (Dorry) We'll even throw in the dog, too.



   

                   

- $    all l won in cards. lt's for you.

- Jack, you're making a fool of yourself.



   

                   

Some people can't be bought,

not for any amount of money.



   

                   

You're really the most sensual woman

l've ever seen. lt's a quick $   .



   

                   

Go right there in the back room.



   

                   

What do you say?



   

                   

Let me see the    .



   

                   

(women) Whoo!



   

                   

Can we use the back room?



   

                   

(laughter)



   

                   

(footsteps)



   

                   

- How did you get in?

- Did you think you could keep me out?



   

                   

So l'm the next on your list?



   

                   

What list?



   

                   

l can't quite see your face.



   

                   

What difference does that make?



   

                   

Do you think l fear you?



   

                   

Does that give you pleasure?



   

                   

Although l admit...



   

                   

..l was taken a little bit by surprise.



   

                   

l see... you're very determined.



   

                   

And yet l feel no fear,...



   

                   

- ..only pity for you.

- You mean for you.



   

                   

Why are you doing this?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

What a foolish question

to ask an irrational mind.



   

                   

- What do you know about my mind?

- l know that if l were to examine...



   

                   

..the inside of your brain,...



   

                   

..l should find chaos.



   

                   

And yet l am anxious to know

where insanity stops and evil begins.



   

                   

(killer) So many questions.



   

                   

(smashing glass)



   

                   

(doctor) No!



   

                   

No! No!



   

                   

(doctor screams)



   

                   

Well, you're $    richer.



   

                   

You can start a new life.



   

                   

God, l'm thirsty.



   

                   

You were wonderful.



   

                   

lt's not necessary that l be wonderful.

l was paying.



   

                   

(lrmy) Still.



   

                   

Listen, tell me the truth.



   

                   

Did you close your eyes and grit

your teeth and think of the cash?



   

                   

Well, at first l did, yes.



   

                   

But then l think l just relaxed into it.



   

                   

Now l feel so strange, though.



   

                   

Strange in what way?



   

                   

l don't know. Not like me.



   

                   

Not like you.



   

                   

Or was it the real you for the first time?



   

                   

Come on. Where's the next one?



   

                   

Come on. Hurry up.



   

                   

- What is this? What's going on?

- Social undesirables.



   

                   

The police said they may be

involved in the killings.



   

                   

That's the Mintz family. l know them.

They're lovely people.



   

                   

He does quality circumcisions.

l've seen his work.



   

                   

lf l were you, l'd mind my own business.



   

                   

Well, this is crazy. They can't be

responsible for the killings.



   

                   

l'm gonna speak to the chief of police.



   

                   

My theory is that if they take them to jail,

all these killings might stop.



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

Kleinman. Did you wanna speak to me?



   

                   

- Would that be possible?

- Sit down.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- You're up rather late.



   

                   

- l know.

- Don't you have to work tomorrow?



   

                   

Yes, l do have to go to work, but l...



   

                   

You're not involved with

one of those street gangs?



   

                   

No. The vigilantes?



   

                   

Oh, you know?



   

                   

Well, you hear stories, but...



   

                   

- l'm against them.

- l am too.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

What did you want? l'm very busy.



   

                   

l don't wanna take up any of your time.

l just wanted to discuss the Mintz family.



   

                   

Oh, yes. Unfortunate. There may be

a connection between all these killings...



   

                   

..and certain well-poisoning incidents.

You understand.



   

                   

But those accusations are so wrong.

l mean, they're just not true.



   

                   

Maybe they are, maybe they're not.

What do you know about it?



   

                   

l don't know anything. l myself have

no personal knowledge of anything.



   

                   

- But the Mintzes are lovely people.

- Don't look so apprehensive, Kleinman.



   

                   

lt'll probably never go any deeper

than the more orthodox elements.



   

                   

- Nobody's guilty of anything.

- Kleinman, there's pressure on me...



   

                   

..to get to the bottom of the killings.

Not worried, are you?



   

                   

No one lumps you in with the Mintzes.

You're fine. So don't get your nose dirty.



   

                   

Besides, l have my own theories

about what's going on.



   

                   

The doctor's been murdered.



   

                   

We think there may be someone

trying to copy the murderer.



   

                   

We found a glass with fingerprints on it.



   

                   

- What kind?

- Sherry glass.



   

                   

- How many prints?

- A lot.



   

                   

- Prints on the glass?

- Fingerprints all over the glass.



   

                   

OK, l'm coming. You don't have to

push me. Will you just let go of me?



   

                   

How many times do l have to tell you?

l don't work at the brothel!



   

                   

- What's this?

- Turning tricks at Felice's place.



   

                   

- l work at the circus.

- Stand there. She's loaded with cash.



   

                   

- Where's a dame like you get big money?

- Well, l...



   

                   

Yeah, we know. What did you do?

The whole regiment?



   

                   

- Very funny. l work at the circus.

- You'd think they'd cool off with all this.



   

                   

l haven't seen you before,

so l'm gonna go easy on you. $   fine.



   

                   

- l don't work at the brothel.

- Uh-huh?



   

                   

OK, OK. Here.



   

                   

$  . $  . OK.

But l don't work at the brothel.



   

                   

- Let me give you a piece of advice.

- Can l go home now?



   

                   

You don't solicit without a licence. We

like things hygienic and well-regulated.



   

                   

- l'll do a receipt.

- l don't need a licence.



   

                   

- What's your name?

- lrmy.



   

                   

- How do you spell it?

- l-r-m-y. l don't need a licence.



   

                   

Just pipe down. You're not getting

a licence. You're getting a receipt.



   

                   

- You work here, you need a licence.

- This is ridiculous.



   

                   

(door slams)



   

                   

- (lrmy) What are you staring at?

- Me?



   

                   

- l'm not a whore.

- What did l say?



   

                   

Do l care what your hobbies are?



   

                   

l... l'm just... You know...



   

                   

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.



   

                   

lt's not safe to be out on the street tonight.



   

                   

- Then what are you doing out?

- l'm part of a citizens' committee...



   

                   

..to patrol the streets, so it's OK for me.



   

                   

- Are you from around here?

- No, l'm with the circus.



   

                   

The circus? Really?



   

                   

l saw the circus. Which one are you?



   

                   

- l'm the sword-swallower.

- l didn't recognise you.



   

                   

- You look completely different.

- l know.



   

                   

l wear a beautiful costume

and my hair is different.



   

                   

l went to see Almstead the magician

because he's a favourite of mine.



   

                   

l'm an amateur magician myself.

Just something l do in my spare time.



   

                   

- l idolise him. He's a great artist.

- Yeah, he's an artist... when he's sober.



   

                   

- Well, you know...

- ls there a hotel around here?



   

                   

- l had a fight with my boyfriend.

- lt's late.



   

                   

So when you have the sword

down your throat,...



   

                   

..what happens if you get hiccups?



   

                   

Jesus. l don't know my way

around this part of town.



   

                   

l don't think there's gonna be

a hotel open at this hour.



   

                   

l'll wake up my fiancée

and you could sleep on the sofa.



   

                   

- l don't wanna wake anyone up.

- She would be glad to.



   

                   

You know, it's... it's so foggy.



   

                   

He strikes in the fog, you know.



   

                   

- You didn't hear anything, did you?

- You're so tense.



   

                   

Well, l'm usually in bed,

you know, this time of night.



   

                   

What would you do if you came

face to face with the killer?



   

                   

l'd throw pepper in his eyes.



   

                   

My landlady put

some pepper in my pocket.



   

                   

- l think l could handle myself.

- Kleinman!



   

                   

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, my God! You scared me.



   

                   

- Who is she?

- She's just a friend.



   

                   

- Do you happen to know my assignment?

- Who gave you permission to socialise?



   

                   

l'm not socialising. Maybe

you recognise her. She's with the circus.



   

                   

She's the sword-swallower.



   

                   

She's unescorted.

l was just walking next to her.



   

                   

- We're getting closer to the zero hour.

- Yeah? So what do l do?



   

                   

- Don't you know?

- No. That's the point.



   

                   

You got me up, and no one's told me

what l'm supposed to do.



   

                   

l swear, if anyone is killed or hurt

as a result of your incompetence...



   

                   

l don't know enough to be incompetent.

They don't tell me what...



   

                   

Don't make a noise, and listen to me.

There is someone lurking up the alley.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

Shall l just start weeping or would

you like me to break into a run?



   

                   

- We can trap whoever it is.

- No! l don't wanna trap anybody.



   

                   

We'll get reinforcements.



   

                   

What they say about you isn't true, is it?



   

                   

You're not really a coward

or a worm or a yellow-belly?



   

                   

No, but keep going.

You're in the right column.



   

                   

l'll circle around the block.

You head up the alley.



   

                   

- l don't wanna do this. This is trouble.

- l can go with you.



   

                   

No! She's gonna go with me! What good

are you? You're a small woman.



   

                   

l'm OK.



   

                   

You go first. lt'll throw

his timing off if he sees a body.



   

                   

Go on, Kleinman. lt'll take me a moment

or two to get round the other side.



   

                   

(Kleinman) Keep ahead of me.



   

                   

(lrmy) Sh!



   

                   

Those are my knees knocking.



   

                   

Stay calm. The trick is not to show fear.



   

                   

(lrmy) There he is! Look!



   

                   

Grab him! Grab him!



   

                   

(dog barks)



   

                   

- Kleinman!

- Mr Paulsen!



   

                   

- You know him?

- This is my boss.



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- l'm part of the plan, Your Grace.



   

                   

- Why did you attack me?

- l thought...



   

                   

- ''Thought''? Since when do you think?

- Yes, you're right, Your Majesty.



   

                   

l had a suspicion you were incompetent,

hiding behind your co-workers.



   

                   

Don't let him talk to you like that! He was

peeping at that woman getting undressed!



   

                   

- How dare you!

- Don't listen to her, sir.



   

                   

- She's swallowed sharp objects.

- Don't be a doormat for a Peeping Tom.



   

                   

- This is my boss.

- To think that l was undecided...



   

                   

- ..about your abilities versus Simon Carr.

- What can l say? You looked dangerous.



   

                   

- l didn't know you were peeping.

- What about your function in the plan?



   

                   

- l don't know my function.

- You unreliable simpleton!



   

                   

- Don't call him a simpleton.

- lt was well put.



   

                   

- You're a disgusting old man!

- No, don't say that. Go away, Miss.



   

                   

Whoever you are, go away.

Go away, go away. Leave us alone.



   

                   

Paulsen? You gave us quite a scare. l sent

Kleinman round here to check you out.



   

                   

He was just looking in the window.



   

                   

- Mark my words: he'll be a detriment.

- No, sir. Don't say that.



   

                   

- Let me block your hat.

- Give me that!



   

                   

He's always been a liability with my firm.

l'm only just beginning to realise it.



   

                   

Mr Paulsen, l didn't mean it! You...



   

                   

Sir!



   

                   

(clown) lrmy!



   

                   

lrmy!



   

                   

- We're closing.

- Just one beer? Please?



   

                   

Did anyone see a blonde woman

wandering around alone?



   

                   

Short hair?



   

                   

Oh, mercy. We never know

when we have a good thing.



   

                   

We always have to ruin it.



   

                   

l know exactly how you feel.



   

                   

The earthly paradise known as woman.



   

                   

All we'll ever know of heaven.



   

                   

All we need know of hell.



   

                   

l made love to a woman tonight

that was sheer perfection.



   

                   

lt was in a brothel, but somehow this one

didn't have that used, jaded quality.



   

                   

l never do it with whores.

You start out with a burning desire...



   

                   

..and end up the next day with a burning

sensation, if you know what l mean.



   

                   

Yes, but this one was so irresistible.



   

                   

Sweet and innocent.



   

                   

But under the sheets... a tigress.



   

                   

A violent, screaming,

passionate jungle cat.



   

                   

- You mean a good actress.

- She swore not.



   

                   

Well, you're very young,

my friend. Very naive.



   

                   

- She dug her nails into my back.

- l'm sure.



   

                   

And then she yelled ''Don't stop!''



   

                   

Yes. And stuck her tongue

inside my mouth and wiggled it around.



   

                   

l'm sure it was well worth the $  .



   

                   

  ? l paid her    .



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Tell me another one.



   

                   

l'm afraid you've never

made love with a sword-swallower.



   

                   

l beg your pardon?



   

                   

She claims she never took money before.

lf she was acting, she should win a prize.



   

                   

lt's true l put on a heroic performance,

if l do say so myself.



   

                   

She brought out the stallion in me.



   

                   

And when she said she loved it,

l believe she was sincere.



   

                   

l think she's got a lover who doesn't

service her too well, you know?



   

                   

Some poor clown.



   

                   

But l showed her

what a good one felt like.



   

                   

What's wrong? You look incredulous.



   

                   

l swear, the dirtier l got,

the more she screamed.



   

                   

l gave her the best time she's had

in years, and l believe she loved it.



   

                   

Not that l have any further

urge for her, you know.



   

                   

The difference between

love and lust, l guess.



   

                   

When my friend wakes up,

tell him l went back to Felice's.



   

                   

This is crazy. Can't l talk you out of it?



   

                   

No, l don't want it.

l want the church to have it, all of it.



   

                   

- But you're talking about $   .

- $   . l had to pay a fine.



   

                   

But it's your money.



   

                   

- Why give it away?

- Because l'm ashamed of the way l got it.



   

                   

- Listen, l'm sure you didn't steal it.

- No. l slept with somebody for it.



   

                   

Just one person.

Does that make me a whore?



   

                   

Well, only by the dictionary definition.



   

                   

- Anyway, l'm giving it to the church.

- Yeah, but that seems so silly.



   

                   

lt's work, you know.

l'm sure you didn't do it for fun.



   

                   

No. But you know something?

lt turned out to be fun.



   

                   

Here. Would you take it in there for me

and give it to them? For the poor.



   

                   

l just can't bring myself

to go in there tonight.



   

                   

Please? Come on.



   

                   

- Yes?

- l just need a minute of your time.



   

                   

l think you can see that we're busy.



   

                   

- l just... Just for one...

- Put Kramer's name on the list.



   

                   

Have you seen his sketches

and his photo studies?



   

                   

Just for a minute,

if l might have your attention...



   

                   

Didn't you hear him say we're busy?



   

                   

- Are you Kleinman?

- Yes. Yes, l am. Yes.



   

                   

Don't forget.



   

                   

Why is he putting my name on the list?



   

                   

- You've been warned twice now.

- What is this list? Might l just ask?



   

                   

- l have a donation to make.

- The poor box is in the front.



   

                   

No, this doesn't fit in the poor box.



   

                   

- Kleinman, you want me to take you in?

- No, no, no. l have $   .



   

                   

- $   .

- lt's not stolen. He thinks it's stolen.



   

                   

- Where did you get it?

- My friend said l should donate it.



   

                   

- Where did your friend get it?

- We don't have to pry excessively.



   

                   

We humbly accept this token

from the faithful.



   

                   

And l think that we know

how to show gratitude...



   

                   

..when someone performs

an act of charity.



   

                   

(priest) Manna for the poor.



   

                   

- (lrmy) Did you do it?

- (Kleinman) Yeah, l took care of it.



   

                   

- l feel so much better now.

- Good.



   

                   

Are you a religious person?



   

                   

Me? No, l'm not. You're

the second person tonight to ask that.



   

                   

The doctor - may he rest in peace -

wanted to know.



   

                   

- Do you pray ever?

- No.



   

                   

My people pray in a different language,

so l never understood.



   

                   

For all l know, they were

requesting their own troubles.



   

                   

- (baby crying)

- (woman) Help me.



   

                   

Please help me.



   

                   

- Help.

- (lrmy) Are you all right?



   

                   

- (Kleinman) Who is that?

- l'm hungry.



   

                   

l need to buy food and milk.



   

                   

My husband is dead.



   

                   

- l'm alone.

- We're friends.



   

                   

You know, you're among friends.



   

                   

Go back and get some of the money back.



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- l want her to have half of it.



   

                   

- l can't. l just gave them the money.

- So what? Just ask for half back.



   

                   

You just gave it to them.

They give it to the poor, don't they?



   

                   

Well, theoretically they do,

but a lot of it is used...



   

                   

..to buy costumes

and velvet pillows and stuff.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

My friend asked me

if l could possibly come...



   

                   

..and just have half the money back

that l gave you. Just $   . lt would...



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Kleinman. ls that with an ''ei'' or an ''ie''?



   

                   

Put a circle around it.



   

                   

Eve. Eve, open up.



   

                   

lt's Kleinman.



   

                   

Eve. Eve, it's an emergency.



   

                   

- lt's me. lt's Max.

- (lrmy) This is a bad idea.



   

                   

No, she's a wonderful girl.

Very intelligent.



   

                   

Eve!



   

                   

Eve!



   

                   

What are doing here at this hour?

Who is this?



   

                   

- Can we come in?

- What's going on?



   

                   

She's a friend of mine.

She has no place to sleep.



   

                   

- l told her she could sleep on your sofa.

- You did?



   

                   

(lrmy) We're sorry. lt's much

too much of an imposition.



   

                   

You dare to wake me out of a deep sleep...



   

                   

..so that some complete stranger

can sleep on my sofa?



   

                   

She's not a complete stranger.

She's a friend.



   

                   

Eve, l personally vouch for her.



   

                   

l apologise, Miss.



   

                   

- Kleinman, have you been drinking?

- Have l been...?



   

                   

- When do l ever drink?

- Since when is she your friend?



   

                   

Since tonight. l met her

at the police headquarters.



   

                   

They brought her in

when they raided the brothel.



   

                   

lt's not what it sounds like. Everybody

makes one mistake now and then.



   

                   

Kleinman, what are you

doing out at this hour?



   

                   

l'm part of a vigilante committee

to help catch the maniac.



   

                   

By doing what?



   

                   

l don't exactly know.



   

                   

Go home, Kleinman.

And take your friend with you.



   

                   

You've got some nerve.

We'll discuss this in the morning.



   

                   

(Kleinman) Boy, Eve is a cold fish.



   

                   

There. l said it.



   

                   

(lrmy) ls it hard for you to admit

certain things to yourself?



   

                   

Usually it is, yes.

But for some reason tonight is different.



   

                   

You know, it's a strange feeling

to be up at this hour.



   

                   

The city is so odd

when everybody's asleep.



   

                   

lt's like a different place completely.

There's no civilisation.



   

                   

The stores are closed.

You know, it's so free.



   

                   

lt's an odd feeling for me.



   

                   

l feel l could run down the street

naked and nobody would...



   

                   

(lrmy) lt has a really free feeling.



   

                   

(Kleinman) l've never seen it from

up here, never taken the time to look.



   

                   

lt's so pretty. Some of the stars

are beginning to come up.



   

                   

The fog is just breaking a tiny bit.



   

                   

(lrmy) You see that very bright star

up in that direction?



   

                   

Mm-hm.



   

                   

For all we know, that star could have

disappeared a million years ago,...



   

                   

..and it's taken the light from it

a million years to reach us.



   

                   

So what are you saying?

That star is not there?



   

                   

That it might not be there.



   

                   

Even though l can see it

with my own eyes?



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

That's a very disquieting thought,

you know.



   

                   

When l see something,

l like to know that it's actually there.



   

                   

Otherwise a person could sit down

in a chair and break his neck.



   

                   

You have to be able to rely on things.

lt's very important.



   

                   

You know who has these thoughts?

Schultz the tailor.



   

                   

He thinks nothing is real at all,...



   

                   

..and that everything exists

only in the dream of a dog.



   

                   

But this is real, isn't it?



   

                   

And beautiful.

Just think about it for a minute.



   

                   

Here we are, we're two strangers,

and we're out in the night, and it's just...



   

                   

..so peaceful and quiet.



   

                   

Suddenly there's a little clearing in the fog

and we can see right out to the stars.



   

                   

Doesn't this moment just seem perfect?



   

                   

Yes, but, you know,

it... it... passes so quickly.



   

                   

Look. Even now the fog

is starting to go back in.



   

                   

Everything's always moving all the time.



   

                   

Everything's constantly in motion,

so it's no wonder that l'm nauseous.



   

                   

My father used to say

''We're all happy if we only knew it.''



   

                   

Kleinman! We've been

looking all over for you.



   

                   

l've been wandering around in the fog. l'm

waiting for Hacker to tell me what to do.



   

                   

- Hacker's dead.

- The killer got Hacker?



   

                   

- Hacker wasn't murdered by the maniac.

- Well, who then?



   

                   

- Someone from the other faction.

- Since when did we have other factions?



   

                   

People have their own ideas

about how to achieve results.



   

                   

Naturally, there's tension.

Miller formed his own group.



   

                   

- But so quickly it becomes violent?

- Hacker asked for it.



   

                   

He was stubborn and hot-headed, despite

the fact that his plan wasn't working.



   

                   

You sound like you didn't

agree with him either.



   

                   

- l'm with Vogel's group.

- Who's Vogel?



   

                   

Since when is there a third group?



   

                   

There's disagreement

on how to handle things!



   

                   

The last thing we need is disagreement.

We should be...



   

                   

Don't lecture me, Kleinman!

Are you with us or against us?



   

                   

l don't know. l don't have

enough facts so l can choose.



   

                   

Now listen, Kleinman.



   

                   

Lives are at stake.

You have to make a choice!



   

                   

You can't threaten him!

Don't take this from him!



   

                   

- She's starting already.

- Who's this?



   

                   

There you are.

Where the hell have you been?



   

                   

Where have you been? You wake me

in the middle of the night.



   

                   

- Now l hear Hacker's dead.

- You wandered off when we needed you.



   

                   

- You didn't tell me anything.

- Kleinman's joined our faction.



   

                   

- ls that true, Kleinman?

- No. Look, we have to cooperate.



   

                   

- Are you with them or us?

- l don't know. How can l know?



   

                   

l don't know what the alternatives are.



   

                   

ls one apples, is one pears?

Are they both tangerines?



   

                   

Let's kill him before

he gives everything away.



   

                   

l don't know anything.

l can't give anything away.



   

                   

We're here arguing and there's

an enemy out there killing us.



   

                   

Soon we're gonna do his killing for him.



   

                   

- The murderer!

- He believes he's located the guilty party.



   

                   

lt's Spiro, the great clairvoyant.



   

                   

l've heard of him.

He's solved a lot of cases.



   

                   

They say all he needs

is something to sniff or feel.



   

                   

He's solved some kidnappings.



   

                   

Mr Spiro is on the verge

of revealing the killer.



   

                   

Mr Spiro wishes to sniff you.



   

                   

- Me?

- Yes.



   

                   

- Well, how come?

- lt's enough he wishes it.



   

                   

No! No, don't let him do it.



   

                   

Hey, wasn't that woman booked on

prostitution charges earlier tonight?



   

                   

- Come on, Kleinman.

- l don't wanna get sniffed.



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

- l don't wanna be sniffed! No!

- Stand still.



   

                   

- Go ahead, sniff away.

- This is crazy. Why should he sniff me?



   

                   

What is this man sniffing?



   

                   

lt's probably cheese, cos tonight was the

night l changed the traps in the bedroom.



   

                   

- Frightened?

- l'm not frightened.



   

                   

This is unfair. Kleinman,

stand up for your rights!



   

                   

l know what he's sniffing.

lt's salad dressing.



   

                   

l spilled salad dressing

on myself this evening.



   

                   

My landlady cooks for me, so she made

me a nice salad with a little whitefish.



   

                   

She makes beautiful whitefish.

l can't have meat...



   

                   

- Shut up!

- This man has something in his pocket.



   

                   

Mr Spiro has done it again.



   

                   

- Look in his pocket.

- l have nothing. There's nothing.



   

                   

Check his inside pocket.



   

                   

This was stolen from

police headquarters earlier tonight.



   

                   

- This is stolen property.

- l carry a glass with me. l get thirsty.



   

                   

- l like to have, you know, occasionally...

- We've trapped him!



   

                   

Why'd you do it? You killed the doctor!



   

                   

Do what? You believe this guy

from smelling me?



   

                   

Mr Spiro's uncanny power

has never failed him yet.



   

                   

Why would l kill the doctor?

The man took out my gall bladder.



   

                   

- With my consent.

- Don't expect him to make sense.



   

                   

That's how it is with a psychopath. They

can be logical on every point except one:



   

                   

Their weakness, their point of insanity.



   

                   

- And Kleinman's always so damn logical.

- This is a joke, isn't it?



   

                   

We're all reasonable,

normal, rational people, right?



   

                   

Tell me where you got this.



   

                   

Once again l thank the Lord

for the special gift...



   

                   

..he has seen fit to bestow on me.



   

                   

l say we make an example of him.

Who has a rope?



   

                   

No, you can't do this!

Kleinman, defend yourself!



   

                   

- They're picking on me.

- How do you plead, Kleinman?



   

                   

Not guilty! l plead not guilty. l never did

anything in my life to deserve any trouble.



   

                   

- lf anything, l deserve a bonus.

- Come on! Let's get him.



   

                   

Where'd he get that pepper?



   

                   

Let me in. lt's Max.



   

                   

- Who is it?

- Max. Max.



   

                   

- Max. Let me in.

- Max?



   

                   

Yes! l have to come in. They're after me.



   

                   

Max.



   

                   

Stop staring at me. l'm not a ghost.

Not yet, although they're trying to kill me.



   

                   

- Who?

- There's a mob.



   

                   

And you dare to come here?



   

                   

What could l do? l'm running for my life,

and l saw your place and, you know, l...



   

                   

Whatever they think about you,

l'm sure you're guilty of it.



   

                   

Alma, is it possible

that l could murder somebody?



   

                   

Alma, l'm asking you a question.

lt's me, Max.



   

                   

l never wanted to lay eyes on you again.



   

                   

l know. l did a bad thing.

But time heals. lt's been years.



   

                   

The more l thought about it,

the more l wanted you dead.



   

                   

Cut in little pieces and thrown to the dogs.



   

                   

Jesus. You've given this thing

some very specific thought.



   

                   

You're the worst scum,

and l won't rest until you fry in hell.



   

                   

Can l stay here tonight? ls it...?



   

                   

How could you do it?

How could you leave me at the altar,...



   

                   

..in front of family and friends,

humiliated and weeping?



   

                   

l've explained that.

There's two sides to every story.



   

                   

Do you deny we were to be married...



   

                   

..and you made an idiot of me

in front of everyone?



   

                   

l was nervous.

l was a little drunk. l was unsure.



   

                   

- Unsure?

- lt was your idea to get married.



   

                   

- And it was your idea to get me pregnant.

- lt was a hysterical pregnancy.



   

                   

- You weren't actually pregnant.

- So what?



   

                   

- Will you keep quiet? l'm trying to hide.

- We looked everywhere.



   

                   

My father, my mother, my brothers.

''Where could he be?''



   

                   

''He was here before the ceremony.

True, he was drinking.''



   

                   

Listen, l know what you're gonna say.



   

                   

While everybody's walking around,

puzzled and muttering,...



   

                   

..sensing my discomfort,

he's discovered in a broom closet,...



   

                   

..making love with my sister.



   

                   

Jesus. l thought l explained that to you.



   

                   

What kind of explanation

could you possibly have?



   

                   

You were naked in the closet

with my sister!



   

                   

Look at her.

She still holds that against me.



   

                   

lt's not that l didn't like you. l just didn't

love you. l thought you were pregnant.



   

                   

- l was trying to do the honourable thing.

- The honourable thing?



   

                   

To desert me at the altar...



   

                   

..and make love with my younger sister

in a broom closet is the honourable thing?



   

                   

Look, we just had

your best interests at heart.



   

                   

l want you dead, and her.



   

                   

Don't. She was a wonderful girl.

She's fabulous. She loved you.



   

                   

She worshipped you like a goddess.

She was singing your praises.



   

                   

- Till the moment l slipped her pants off...

- Get out of here!



   

                   

Be careful with that. Be angry with me.



   

                   

All right, fault me. But not Trudy.

Not Trudy, l beg of you. Not your sister.



   

                   

l convinced her to do it. She didn't

wanna do it. l promised to get her steaks.



   

                   

Kleinman's here! Here he is!



   

                   

Kleinman's here!



   

                   

Get out and die! Get out! Die!

You rot in hell, you filthy vermin!



   

                   

lt's good to see you're not bitter

after all these years.



   

                   

- (screams)

- You whore!



   

                   

- l'll kill you!

- You're the one who should be ashamed!



   

                   

How could you? With a student

for a few silver coins?



   

                   

lt wasn't a few silver coins.

He gave me $   .



   

                   

- You didn't know what you were doing.

- l enjoyed myself.



   

                   

l'll kill you!



   

                   

- l hate you!

- l was drunk. l was miserable.



   

                   

l hate you! l hate you! l'll kill you!



   

                   

l wish we'd never met. Come home.



   

                   

- l never want to see you again.

- He was young and handsome.



   

                   

- Yes, he was!

- And you enjoyed yourself?



   

                   

- Was he a better lover than me?

- He treated me romantically.



   

                   

But he felt nothing! Just lust, pure lust.



   

                   

- l don't care to talk about it.

- l'm sure you don't. Where's the money?



   

                   

- l gave it to charity.

- You're joking!



   

                   

You don't think l'm worth $   ?



   

                   

There isn't a whore

in the world worth $   ...



   

                   

..especially not

an amateur whore like you.



   

                   

- Bastard!

- (woman screams)



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

- l'm scared.

- Don't panic.



   

                   

Hold me.



   

                   

l'll protect you.



   

                   

lt is rather scary.



   

                   

(clown) Oh, my God! lt's gruesome.



   

                   

- Oh, God!

- Be quiet.



   

                   

(yowling)



   

                   

(footsteps)



   

                   

- l hear footsteps.

- Quiet.



   

                   

- Listen.

- They're getting fainter.



   

                   

- Quick, we have to get out of here.

- Wait. Do you hear something?



   

                   

(baby crying)



   

                   

The same woman. The same woman l...



   

                   

l saw her earlier.

We gave her some money.



   

                   

She had a baby with her.



   

                   

- lt's too horrible to think about.

- ls she all right?



   

                   

The poor little thing.



   

                   

- We'll have to keep the baby.

- What? What are you talking about?



   

                   

- She has no one.

- What about her father?



   

                   

- No. There is none.

- How do you know?



   

                   

l talked to the woman earlier.

There's no father, there's no family.



   

                   

- She has no one. She was all alone.

- We can't keep a baby.



   

                   

- You want to just leave her in the gutter?

- No, but...



   

                   

But what? She needs parents.



   

                   

- Yes, but...

- Stop ''yes, butting'' and ''no, butting''.



   

                   

l wanted a baby.

Now God has dropped one in my lap.



   

                   

- We have no money.

- No, we do. Come here.



   

                   

Look. You just hold her for a second.



   

                   

- l can't.

- Just hold her for a second. Be careful.



   

                   

- Here. Maybe...

- (fluttering)



   

                   

Don't put her on the ground!



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

- $   .

- lt's not legal.



   

                   

- We have to give her to an orphanage.

- How are they gonna treat her?



   

                   

She needs love and care.

She needs a mother and a father.



   

                   

- lt's out of the question.

- Well, l´m gonna keep her.



   

                   

No. You're gonna put her back where

l found her, and we'll inform the police.



   

                   

- Help!

- Quiet! The killer could be lurking.



   

                   

You don't have to,

but l'm gonna raise this baby.



   

                   

She's so tiny.



   

                   

- She's pretty.

- l didn't say she wasn't pretty.



   

                   

This is madness. Madness.



   

                   

She is beautiful.



   

                   

Oh, God. Oh, God.



   

                   

He must have come down here.



   

                   

- Anybody look down there?

- He's gotta be over here.



   

                   

Or maybe down the stairway.



   

                   

Try down here.



   

                   

He must be down there.



   

                   

Down the stairs.



   

                   

l didn't mean to interrupt.

l just wanna rest for a minute.



   

                   

Come in, come in. You're welcome.



   

                   

lt's late. There's no one here but us.

What's your name, sweetheart?



   

                   

- Kleinman.

- Sit down, Mr Kleinman.



   

                   

- Let me get you something to drink.

- Jack's one of our regulars.



   

                   

l find this atmosphere a lot more

stimulating than university.



   

                   

- As long as we do the stimulating.

- (Dorry) That's right.



   

                   

l was pointing out to these ladies

the metaphors of perversion.



   

                   

Oh, my goodness. Such big words.



   

                   

The chief magistrate likes me

to tie him up, hand and foot.



   

                   

Exactly. You take away his freedom...



   

                   

..and he becomes blissful,

delighted, sexually aroused.



   

                   

- He's frightened of his freedom.

- What's he frightened of?



   

                   

Who knows? Whatever his impulses are.



   

                   

- Power, lust, murder.

- There are laws against murder.



   

                   

- Haven't you heard about that?

- Certain people obey only their own laws.



   

                   

ls that what they teach you

at the university? To be superior?



   

                   

No, no, no, no.



   

                   

We learn facts. Nothing but facts.



   

                   

Logic...



   

                   

..and mathematics

and how to become depressed.



   

                   

Your problem is

you don't believe in anything.



   

                   

Spoken by a true whore

who believes only in cash.



   

                   

Better false gods than no god at all, hm?



   

                   

Here's a thoughtful-looking man.



   

                   

What are your views on divine matters?



   

                   

- Excuse me. Me?

- (Jack) l'm asking if you believe in God.



   

                   

lt's incredible. That's the third time tonight

somebody asked me that exact question.



   

                   

l would love to, believe me.

l know l would be happier.



   

                   

- (Jack) Yeah, but you can't.

- l can't. No.



   

                   

You doubt his existence and you can't

make the leap of faith necessary.



   

                   

l can't make the leap of faith

to believe in my own existence.



   

                   

- Here's your drink, Kleinman.

- (Jack) You keep making jokes...



   

                   

..until the moment comes

when you've really gotta face death.



   

                   

Why are we on such a morbid subject?



   

                   

- That's the future.

- (Jack) ls it the future?



   

                   

The trick is to have as much as wine,

as many men and laughs as you can...



   

                   

..until they carry you out in a pine box,

and then don't go easily.



   

                   

l wanna die in my sleep

without ever knowing.



   

                   

Some world, when the nicest gift you wish

for someone is that they die in their sleep.



   

                   

lf l thought that there was nothing

except this, l'd kill myself.



   

                   

l've thought of it. Believe me,

there have been many times...



   

                   

..when my brain has said ''Why not?''



   

                   

l mean, there's no point to anything.



   

                   

But somehow my blood

always said ''Live! Live!''



   

                   

And l always listen to my blood.



   

                   

How about you, Kleinman?



   

                   

You know, l know exactly

what l think about all this,...



   

                   

..but l can never find words to put it in.



   

                   

Maybe if l get a little drunk

l could dance it.



   

                   

Come on, honey. l know what's on your

mind. Come on. Let's go to the bedroom.



   

                   

l've never paid for sex in my life.



   

                   

You just think you haven't.



   

                   

Enjoy yourself, Kleinman.



   

                   

May all your ups and downs be in bed.



   

                   

You're in a peculiar mood.



   

                   

That little circus performer.



   

                   

You still haven't gotten her

out of your mind.



   

                   

lsn't that odd?



   

                   

A moment's chance encounter.



   

                   

Business transaction with a total stranger.



   

                   

l mean, we barely spoke.



   

                   

And yet tonight l feel like

l've lost something.



   

                   

l'm so sorry.

This never happened to me before.



   

                   

l never have any problem.

lt's so humiliating.



   

                   

- What's the matter? Don't you like me?

- lt isn't that.



   

                   

lt's that conversation we were having.



   

                   

- Maybe we should try a new position.

- Believe me, it isn't the position.



   

                   

l've used this position before, many times,

and it has always worked very effectively.



   

                   

Sometimes within a matter of seconds.



   

                   

Some men are looking for you.

We can't have any trouble here.



   

                   

- ls there another way out?

- The roof. Hurry.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

Behind here.



   

                   

Down there.



   

                   

(door creaks)



   

                   

Simon Carr. What are you doing here?



   

                   

- l'm part of Nagel's plan.

- Nagel has a plan too?



   

                   

Everybody has a plan. l'm the only one in

town that doesn't know what he's doing.



   

                   

By the way, Kleinman,

l ran into Mr Paulsen before.



   

                   

He's giving me the promotion.



   

                   

He said that?



   

                   

Actually, he said that he sees you...



    

                   

..as a kind of cringing, slimy vermin...



    

                   

..more suited to extermination

than life on this planet.



    

                   

l don't think he means it personally.



    

                   

Carr, did you happen

to see a young woman...



    

                   

..with a big hat and a valise

wandering around?



    

                   

- Yes, l did. With a man and a child.

- A man and a child?



    

                   

Yes, they were out by the bridge,

toward the circus.



    

                   

''Cringing, slimy vermin.''



    

                   

- Hurry up with that milk. She'll fall asleep.

- l'm coming.



    

                   

- Don't overfeed her.

- l'm not gonna overfeed her.



    

                   

- OK. Now, this is warm.

- She's so beautiful.



    

                   

Look at her eyes. Be careful.



    

                   

- Her fingers are very tiny.

- l'm careful. l'm very careful.



    

                   

- Now she's asleep. She won't drink this.

- She smiled at me.



    

                   

Did you see that? She smiled.



    

                   

- She's the future.

- Yeah.



    

                   

- You're the future.

- l want her to go to school.



    

                   

l don't want her to be

a travelling gypsy like us.



    

                   

l just wanna hold her for a minute.

Can l hold her?



    

                   

No, you better not.

No, because you squeeze too hard.



    

                   

l don't squeeze hard. Come on. Please.



    

                   

- No. Just let's feed her.

- No. l wanna hold her.



    

                   

- Listen, no.

- Please.



    

                   

We'll have another baby instead.



    

                   

- Another baby?

- Yeah.



    

                   

l don't want her to grow up alone.

lt's not good to grow up alone.



    

                   

- She'll be too lonely.

- That's wonderful.



    

                   

(horse neighs)



    

                   

(Kleinman) lrmy, look out!

Look out! lt's the killer!



    

                   

- Kleinman!

- Yes, l'm here! Run! Run! Run!



    

                   

- What about you?

- Don't worry. l'll take care of...



    

                   

- Don't come near her. Run! Run!

- What about you?



    

                   

Don't worry about me.

l can take care of myself.



    

                   

Don't come near me.



    

                   

(man groans)



    

                   

Good evening.

l am Almstead the magician.



    

                   

Almstead! My God!

l do some tricks myself.



    

                   

l'm an amateur magician.

You're my idol. l came to see you.



    

                   

l was just celebrating

our closing performance.



    

                   

And also, of course, packing up

my illusions and my paraphernalia.



    

                   

The killer's loose.

You have to stop. The killer is loose.



    

                   

- The evil one.

- Yes! Yes. Roaming...



    

                   

There he is!

Think of something! Think quick!



    

                   

Come! Come! Over here!



    

                   

- Quickly! Come!

- What?



    

                   

My mirror illusion.

Come! You must help. Come!



    

                   

Yes! Come!



    

                   

Come. Come, young man.

Come. Jump into the mirror.



    

                   

Come. The evil one comes.



    

                   

Just jump. Jump!



    

                   

Jump!



    

                   

- (Kleinman) We got him!

- We have captured the beast!



    

                   

Yes, we got him. We got him!



    

                   

- lt's fantastic. He was right...

- Yes, he was here. Now he's there.



    

                   

- (lrmy) Come on, everybody! He's in here!

- (Kleinman) We got him.



    

                   

- Where is he?

- He is over there, bound in chains.



    

                   

- Where is he?

- Over there. Bound hand and foot in ch...



    

                   

- (man) Where?

- (Kleinman) Where'd he go?



    

                   

- Where is he? What're you talkin' about?

- He was right here!



    

                   

- Kleinman saw him. He was here.

- l did. He was right over here.



    

                   

No man could have escaped from...



    

                   

Look! Look, you see.

Here. These are the real locks.



    

                   

Almstead, you drink too much.



    

                   

- l tell you he was here. We had the killer!

- Search the building.



    

                   

Looks like he's a better

magician than you.



    

                   

l'm so tired l can't even think straight.



    

                   

l wanna go to sleep, you know.



    

                   

We definitely had him.

You believe me. Ask him.



    

                   

Even l could not have escaped.



    

                   

All l know is you certainly saved my life.

You were very brave.



    

                   

Well, l can be brave.

lt's just that l can't think about it first.



    

                   

lf l ever think about what's gonna happen

to me, then l lose control of my muscles.



    

                   

Well, l guess this is goodbye.



    

                   

We're gonna be pulling out in a few hours.



    

                   

lt's been a strange night, hasn't it?



    

                   

l feel like my whole life has changed.



    

                   

Me too. Very unusual.



    

                   

So are you gonna be OK?



    

                   

Apart from the fact that l'm wanted by

a lynch mob and the police are after me...



    

                   

..and there's a maniac loose and l'm

unemployed, everything else is fine.



    

                   

- What are you gonna do?

- Mr Kleinman.



    

                   

You know l am looking for an assistant?



    

                   

- You are?

- You said that you knew all of my tricks.



    

                   

Yes, l'm an amateur magi...

l'm an amateur. l...



    

                   

As a matter of fact l can do a little thing

here that you might appreciate.



    

                   

l'm not as good at this as l once...

Wait. l'm nervous, cos it's Almstead.



    

                   

Well, that is a beginning.

Hey, yes. Of course it is, now.



    

                   

At any rate, you know, you assisted

Almstead at a critical time.



    

                   

l am still bewildered

by his miraculous escape.



    

                   

My theory is, we did something

to deserve this.



    

                   

- That's crazy.

- That's all l hear all night. Theories.



    

                   

What's your theory?



    

                   

Nothing good's gonna happen

until we catch him.



    

                   

So, do you wish to assist

the great Almstead?



    

                   

Watch this. l would love to, but l can't

just run away and join the circus.



    

                   

Just what's wrong with the circus?

You travel, you drink.



    

                   

- There's beautiful women.

- l can't. l'm gonna join the circus?



    

                   

That's crazy. l have to go back

to town and join real life.



    

                   

- Like what?

- What do you mean, ''like what''?



    

                   

You know. What kind of question is that?



    

                   

l could marry my landlady

and run a boarding house.



    

                   

Yes, yes, yes. The grey hat.



    

                   

Sooner or later we all must put on

the grey hat of compromise.



    

                   

No, l'm, you know...



    

                   

Believe me, l'm flattered by your offer,

but at heart l'm a clerk.



    

                   

l'm an ink-stained wretch

is what it is in the end.



    

                   

So you do not wish to apprentice

with the immortal Almstead, eh? Mm?



    

                   

Well, they come from all over to see

Almstead, even the crowned heads.



    

                   

l once produced a rabbit from between

the bosoms of the Queen of Denmark.



    

                   

A small rabbit.



    

                   

Small bosoms.



    

                   

How could l work for the circus? l mean...



    

                   

You know. lt's crazy.



    

                   

Although, l must say, to be

Almstead's assistant would be...



    

                   

lt's crazy. lt's just a dream.



    

                   

Well, l don't know if we're gonna be

passing through this way again.



    

                   

- Good luck.

- You take care of yourself.



    

                   

- You too.

- Thank you.



    

                   

lmagine turning down an opportunity to

work with a legend in the show business.



    

                   

- Your tricks didn't stop the killer.

- But we checked his reins for a moment.



    

                   

Perhaps we even frightened him.



    

                   

Look. Look what

he has done to my mirror.



    

                   

Well, l had better

pack up my paraphernalia.



    

                   

Almstead. l've decided

to accept your offer.



    

                   

Congratulations.

Of course, the pay is very low.



    

                   

- That's OK. l don't need much money.

- Very, very low.



    

                   

- l understand, but it's no problem.

- Perhaps lower than you might think.



    

                   

l don't care. This is

the first time in my life...



    

                   

..that l can do something that l really love.



    

                   

Love? Just make sure that love

does not interfere with your duties!



    

                   

No. My duties come first.



    

                   

What better way to spend

the rest of my life...



    

                   

..than to help you with all those

wonderful illusions of yours?



    

                   

(man) lt's true.

Everybody loves his illusions.



    

                   

Loves them?



    

                   

They need them.



    

                   

Like they need the air.













  

 
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