Malatesta's Carnival of Blood

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No!

- No!

- Let me help!

No. Don't touch my cards.

- How much do I owe you?

- Owe me? Owe me?

The service is free...

free to all new employees...

This was no true reading, Vena.

You must come back again when

the cards have calmed themselves.

You're hurting me...

In the business for 20 odd years...

20 odd years... and I can tell you...

It's a gold mine.

Yes, ma'am, that's what I said.

A gold mine!

Couldn't be a better investment on earth.

- Did you hear that, Frank?

- You newcomers will love it.

We're charmed here. Charmed,

and a charming bunch of people.

So far they seem a little odd.

Have you met the Davises?

They're new here too.

Cute little boy they have, eh?

Oh, you haven't met 'em yet...

Friendliest bunch of people on earth.

Ah. Mr Bean.

This is Mr Bean,

the oldest member of the Carnival.

How do you do, Mr Bean?

Pleased to meet you, Mr Bean.

Accidents happen around a carnival.

That's an old war wound of the business.

- Isn't that right Mr Bean?

- Quiet.

Oh, yes, sir. Mr Bean is quiet enough.

Yes, sir. There's only one thing

Mr Bean likes more than quiet

and that's money.

That's why he's in the business.

When do we get to see this Malatesta?

I do all the signing for him.

I'm the business manager of this carnival.

Where have you been?

There are prizes

to be unloaded and shelved.

I was having my fortune told.

Lot of nonsense, that.

That's for old ladies.

They line up. You should see them

on a Sunday afternoon.

Hundreds of them. Straight from church.

I didn't have to pay anything.

Johnny called. He's driving down...

Says he'll get here tonight.

Ah, the ubiquitous Mr Bean.

Got you.

No one will come

within 500 yards of this place...

...except me.

Some kids were killed here. At least

that's the story we're all weaned on.

Another duck bites the dust.

What do you want?

What everybody wants: Money, affection...

But what I want

is different from what I got.

Totally dead. A total wreck.

But I think I've finally got it

in working shape.

You want to come over and try it out?

You work for Mr Blood?

My name is Kit. I run the Tunnel of Love.

I flunked out of school

and providing I work like hell,

Mr Blood has given me

the dubious distinction

of running that questionable wreck

they call the Tunnel of Love.

- What's your name?

- Why?

I thought it was part of the game?

Vena... Vena Norris.

My parents let me stay at home.

I guess, they're afraid

of having me stay out here.

You've got some visitors.

- Hey lady. Let me shoot, huh?

- No, Toby.

You must be Vena. I'm Adele Davis.

We met your parents earlier.

I want that snake.

I see you've met Toby.

It's a trial... having an intelligent child.

No. I want that dead chicken.

That's what I want.

Quiet!

I don't suppose Toby

could have a few shots?

Well, I haven't yet loaded the guns,

Mrs Davies.

I want a chicken. I want a chicken.

Stop it, I'm telling you!

I'm sorry, Toby.

Look, Toby.

Look what the nice lady has for you.

Well, they cost a dollar twenty-five.

Well...

It's so much work

getting ready for opening day.

Toby's a little cranky.

We have the Ferris Wheel.

Mr Blood says that's the real money-maker.

Toby and I are going over

to the Tunnel of Love. I'll meet you there.

How nice. Did you hear that Henry?

Are you in there?

Vena, have you started dinner yet?

- Yes, Mom.

- Vena?

Yes, Mother. I've started dinner!

Why don't you stay for dinner, Mr Blood?

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you very much

for your generous hospitality.

But I prefer to take my meals at home...

Doctor's orders. I...

- How about a beer then?

- Thanks again, but no thanks.

I'm on a very strict diet.

Oh, I don't believe it.

You look pretty healthy to me, Mr Blood.

Discipline, Mrs Norris.

My metabolism is most unusual.

Five years ago, the doctor

gave me six months. Strict regimen.

I feel every moment

as a triumph over death.

- Who's in there?

- My parents...

Shh!

I can't talk now. Can I meet you, later?

OK. The Ghoul's Eye.

Listen. Something bad's happened.

Something to the Davises...

Look here! What did I tell you?

Carnival's a great place for young people.

Your daughter's made friends already.

Hello Kit. Through for the day?

Kit's a shy one, isn't he?

See you tomorrow, Norris.

We'll get you settled in.

Lucky's here, Frank. I know it.

And something awful's happened to him.

If he's here, we'll find him.

I don't like that Mr Blood.

We should leave, Frank.

We should get out of here tonight.

This place, it's... evil. I can feel it.

If something's happened to him,

then I'll have my revenge

We've got to stick together.

That's what they want.

Holy crap!

Sh*t, man. This place is dead.

Hey, now. Lookie there,

lookie there. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Hey, mister. Are you open?

All right. Come on, wimp.

Hey, don't be a chicken.

You all right, or not?

You've got to be kidding, Win.

Half of this place is shut down.

We haven't done anything.

Yeah, I want to spend these.

It's all the same to me, young fellow.

All right, just keep moving.

Lucky Norris wants a ride

on a rollercoaster.

Hey, mister. Help!

Somebody's been hurt over there.

Oh, dear. May I trouble you for a match?

What? But you don't understand!

My buddy, he goes into

the roller-coaster over there

and the next thing you know,

there's all kinds of screaming.

He comes out and he don't have no head!

- What am I going to do?

- That gentleman will assist you.

Hey! You've got to help me.

You... No, don't do that!

# Rest, sweet nymphs, let golden sleep

# Charm your star-brighter eyes

# Whilst my lute the watch doth keep

# With pleasing sympathies

# Lulla lullaby, lulla lullaby!

# Sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye

# In calm contentments lie

# Lulla lullaby, lulla lullaby! #

Clean this filth away!

# Sleep sweetly, let nothing affright ye #

Why don't you try to get some sleep,

Mrs N?

Sleep?! Ha!

Is Vena in bed?

I don't trust that boy, that Kit.

What was he doing at the window before?

That's what I'd like to know.

This is crazy.

Why don't we get out of here, Frank?

There's no more

to be said about it, Mrs N.

Ah.

Excellent, excellent!

Ah, Vena.

You have come back.

The cards have drawn you.

There is work for you tonight, Sonja.

Vena. The cards call you.

You will give them another chance?

Oh, Vena!

You must learn to train

your eyes, like the cat.

No. I don't like the cards.

Why else would you come out?

A lover. A rendezvous.

I know better...

Perhaps even better than little Vena...

Perhaps I have seen this lover,

on the sixth card.

Let go... You're hurting me.

Perhaps the cards have

something to tell Vena?

I doubt it.

Doubts, Vena?

It is not good to doubt so much.

- Your parents don't know?

- Uh uh...

- Good.

- I had to... sneak out.

- Good.

- What do you mean, "good?"

Look, Venie, you don't have

to be afraid of me.

I don't know why I said that.

What I mean is, it's so hard

to trust anyone around this place.

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