Freaks Page #4

Never before did he drink like that...

but she kept making him,

and making him.

Drink?

You better get Cleo to tell the doctor

what she put in that wine last night.

- What you're talking about?

- The stuff she put in the wine.

You're crazy.

You can't get away with it.

I'll tell the coppers.

So, tell on your own people?

My people are decent circus folks.

Not dirty rats what would kill a freak

to get his money.

You dirty little...

Your imagination's getting the best of you.

Yeah, maybe it is.

But coppers don't have imaginations,

so I've been told.

Don't make me have to go to them.

- Cleo.

- Yes?

It has been a week tonight...

since we have been married.

A week, since I have said...

- all those things to you.

- Don't!

Never can I forgive myself

for what I've said.

I've forgotten it.

Nothing matters except for you to be well.

So good you are by me, Cleo.

I must fix your medicine, or I'll be late.

I'll be soon back, my little.

Don't be lonely.

I'll never forget

what you are doing for me, Cleo.

But it's what I want to do, my darling.

Now I must hurry.

- Cleo.

- Yes?

Will you leave the door open, please?

Yes, my darling.

- Tonight.

- They will be ready.

All right. You come to my wagon.

"I must hurry now

and fix your medicine, my darling...

"or I will be late."

"Dirty...

"slimy freaks."

- He's waiting.

- Fine.

Soon we go.

- You're imagining things.

- No.

Then I hear Hercules tell Cleo:

"Venus knows too much."

- Hercules? Venus?

- Yes.

Thanks, Frieda.

My little, you must go to sleep.

Your friends better go now.

- I like them here.

- No, Hans.

They can come back tomorrow.

I will give you your medicine

and get you off to sleep.

Go on, all of you. Quick.

- What's this?

- Give me that little black bottle.

Bottle.

You got this bottle of poison... to kill.

Phroso!

Get out, Venus!

Do I have to bust you in the jaw

to make you get out?

Get out, Venus!

Help me!

Mrs. T!

Help! Please, help!

How she got that way

will never be known.

Some say a jealous lover. Others...

that it was the code of the freaks.

Others, the storm.

Believe it or not, there she is.

But, sir, they insist on seeing you.

In all these years, I've seen no one.

Have I not told you that?

- Send them away.

- Very good, sir.

- I can't see no one.

- Excuse me, sir. You can't come in.

- No, sir. I have my orders.

- Who's going to stop me? I'm in, ain't I?

Yes, you can, Hansie, old boy.

There's someone you've just got to see.

Why did you come here?

Please, Hans. Don't be angry.

Venus and Phroso have been

so kind by me.

Please go away.

I can see no one.

But, Hans, you tried to stop them.

It was only the poison you wanted.

It wasn't your fault.

Don't cry, Hans.

Come to me, my Liebchen.

Don't cry.

Don't, Hans.

Don't cry.

I love you.

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