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section would be.

If it's in the file,

it would be back here.

Thank you, sir.

May I go now?

You may go.

There we are.

There's nothing in the

dossier here about

a radio set.

Isn't there?

Well, sir,

what did you think?

You made a botch

of the interrogation.

In what way, sir?

I'm not aware

that I had departed

from my instructions.

You told him the circus

belonged to the state.

Don't you realize

there is no state?

The circus and everything,

but everything, belongs

to the people.

That's how you

should have said it.

Ah-ha, yes, sir.

I can see my error now, sir.

Thank you for pointing it

out to me.

I'm not going

to worry about

this man Cernik.

He seems to me a dull,

uncomplicated clown.

Is that what you think,

Commissar Sergeant?

And what do you think,

Comrade Fesker?

I think

that this man Cernik

is far from uncomplicated.

Granted that he

has never known anything

but the life of the circus.

Politically,

he's an imbecile.

I have

a feeling that beneath

the deceptive exterior,

he is profoundly

shrewd, subtle.

There's something in the back

of his mind that might

make me...

He's a dedicated man

with an exalted sense

of individuality.

He deserves to be watched.

Where will that circus

be tomorrow?

Still in Volary.

I'll have a look at it.

The Ministerium of Propaganda

and their perversities of

human nature.

All of those

superior gentlemen

end up in treason

to the party.

He'd like nothing better

than to make fools of us.

Well, Comrade, if he's

going to be watching that

flea-bitten little circus,

I'll see to it

somebody's watching him.

M. 4-2.

(BAND PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC)

He's here.

God be praised.

Get into your own outfit.

I'll be ready in time.

There's no doubt

about it now.

The police have had

a spy in this outfit.

Who?

We'll find out.

Tell the others to meet in

the ticket wagon right

after the show.

Come on.

Come on, Pasha. Come on.

Come on. Come on, Caesar.

Caesar.

Good evening, Mr. Cernik.

Mr. Cernik.

What's the trouble, Rudolf?

I know they're

all telling you...

Telling me what?

But it isn't my fault.

I can swear to that.

Please, Mr. Cernik. Please.

Keep her away from me.

Rudolf Hubmann, you're the

last good lion tamer left

in this country.

If it weren't for that fact,

I should take great pleasure

in killing you.

Mr. Cernik,

the curse of my life is

that I'm a handsome man.

(DRUM ROLL)

There's your cue.

Get on with your act.

(BAND PLAYING

WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE)

(BAND STOPS)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(BAND PLAYING DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(LA DUCHESSE VOCALIZING)

Madame.

LA DUCHESSE:
Who is it?

It's me, Cernik.

I must speak to you.

I am occupied

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