Seba'stian wont give up, Brad.
You better marry me quick
or lm a gone pigeon.
You get back up there and fini'sh the act
or youll be a dead pigeon.
Ye's, 'sir.
We got trouble on the midway.
- Harry?
- Yeah, hi's doll conce's'sion.
Get your'self a little 'spending money.
Here we go for another 'spin.
The more you play, the more you win.
- Let's go, Sam. You cant win at thi's.
- I got no more money anyhow.
Come on, mi'ster, you cant quit now.
Youre bound to hit it thi's time.
What do you think youre doing?
Let go of me.
- How much did you lo'se, lady?
- Thi's month's egg money, nearly $50.
Take thi's. Go on in and enjoy the 'show.
Get rid of the cu'stomer's, Joe.
Dont mix it, Brad. Youll get hurt.
- You know I run a clean 'show.
- Youre not running me!
Hey, did you 'see that?
Right in the ki's'ser!
Hey, look out, Brad!
The bo's's finally caught you, huh?
Nice going.
Do you know who's backing me?
Yeah, and he's backing
your whole dirty 'setup.
Now get going.
The lu'sciou's Phylli's dance's and 'sing's
to the 'sultry 'south 'sea 'strain's
of Lovely Luawana Lady!
Lovely Luawana lady
When your hopes
and dreams grow fadey
Dont you ever be afraid
He wont come back to you
Lovely Luawana lady
Where those yukes
and jukes are played
He dreams of all the dreams he made
And longs that theyll come true
Ever since hes back
Theres been no lack of gals
But, gee, theyre slow
They dont have that wicky wack
You taught him there
when the moon was low
Now every Susie, Sal, and Sadie
Just becomes a memory shady
Lovely Luawana lady
When he dreams of you
You made a mi'stake, Mr Braden,
a bad mi'stake,
throwing my game's off the lot.
Theyre off, Mr Hender'son,
and they 'stay off.
It might 'save you a lot of trouble
if you let Harry come back.
Wherever you operate,
the midway's crawling with pickpocket's
and crooked gambling.
One rotten apple like you
can ruin a whole circu's.
You know, youre not 'so tough.
You wont 'stand a chance
fighting my outfit.
- Ive never run away from a fight yet.
- And lve never lo'st one.
There's no 'smoking allowed in here,
Mr Hender'son.
Dont throw it away.
Ill 'show you the way out.
Lovely Luawana lady
When your hopes and dreams
grow fadey
Dont you ever be afraid
He wont come back to you
Now every Susie, Sal, and Sadie
Just becomes a memory shady
Lovely Luawana lady
When he dreams of you
Are you afraid to 'speak to me?
The applau'se, the centre ring,
you do not try to 'steal them anymore.
I dont have to.
The only net I u'se i's in my hair.
- That net, it wa's the bo's's man's order's.
- Safety fir'st.
- Who can be 'safe near you?
- You can.
Ringma'ster?
I have a 'surpri'se for you.
I fly from the big rigging tonight.
Oh, Mr Thomp'son, when I 'signal,
will you announce
that I will do a double forward
over the bar through a paper hoop.
- A double?
- Through a hoop?
Through a hoop.
That's not 'so much with a net
under you.
Stop it, you two. Youre on.
Chйrie...
The net, it bother's you?
- You crazy fool!
- No net.
Thank you, my friend.
Ladie's and gentlemen,
the 'sen'sation of the age's!
In ring one,
the beautiful and 'spectacular
queen of the flying trapeze,
the incredible Holly!
And in the centre ring,
the out'standing aerial daredevil
of all time,
the debonair king of the air,
The Great Seba'stian!
No net.
And now, for the fir'st time
in thi's or any other circu's,
The Great Seba'stian will attempt
a double 'somer'sault
over the bar, through a hoop,
'scorning a net
or any other 'safety device.
Hope he make's it.
Seba'stian, no!
Dont try it without the net!
Who took that net down?
- He did. You want it up again?
- It's too late now. He's ready to go.
Go on, now.
Keep the 'show rolling.
Roll up thi's net. Clown's!
Holly, keep it going. Go into your 'swing.
No.
Walk me off.
Do not rob me of my exit.
All right.
Your arm, bo's's man. Your 'strong arm.
Ea'sy now.
Keep your 'seat's, plea