Cold Eyes of Fear (Gli occhi freddi della paura)

No...

Get up.

Now, that's what I call a performance!

- Marvellous! - Didn't I tell you? Yeah!

There's another one.

You should see the little one, huh? Two Swedes make love to a midget.

Of course, for me, it, er...

I suppose, for you, it's something new, the midget move...

- Eh? Cheers! - Cheers!

How about we put on a show of our own, eh?

Oh, I really am so sorry. I...

Idiot! I paid thirty-five pounds for it.

I, er... A little warm water, I'm sure, will do the trick.

Well, I, er...

- The ladies' room's this way. - Sure, sure.

- Oh... - Bye.

Hurry, I think he's caught on.

- Which way? - This way.

Wait for me, you bleeders! Anna!

Where is she going, the silly old bitch?

Anna?

Where the devil are ya? Anna!

Ssh!

Worthless slut!

I'll wring her little neck, I will.

Now, look. He's going.

Not now. Now, let's go.

Oh, yes, of course.

No, Inspector.

- It's been pretty quiet up till now. - You're just the man I was looking for.

- Here, just a minute, sir. - Of course, take your time.

No trace of the car either, sir. Stopped all suspects.

- Thank you. Roger. - Roger.

You were saying, sir?

I was looking for a short...

She was with me! Now, I wouldn't want some drunk to...

Anna!

I saw you.

It's all right. I'll keep an eye out for her, eh?

- You do it. - Right.

- No. - Oh, all right. Come on.

- Now, yes. - Now, yes? Okay.

Oh, come now, Hawkins. Don't be such a bore.

I'm sure you must have some lady friend pining away,

anxiously waiting for you to rush into her arms.

Yes, Master Peter. I quite understand, but...

- But you'll do it? - Er... Don't you think...?

- I'll be right over. - Oh, no, sir.

I mean, the judge expects me to stay in.

He's working late tonight, Hawkins. No need to worry, really.

He won't hear of it, I assure you. I need to be alone.

- You do understand, don't you? - Yes, Master Peter, of course. But...

Supposing that your uncle does hear of it? Then, I would...

Thanks, old man.

Hey, what is this?

Hang on.

Damn gate's always closed.

Mamma mia!

I think it's best we go through the back door.

Si, si.

Come on.

Through here.

- Ma... - Ssh!

Where are we going?

Come.

Oh! Whose house is this?

It's a nice, quiet place. You'll see.

I think this is it, through here.

You think?

Listen. Do you know where you're going, or not?

Oh, come on, now. What are you afraid of?

Oh, un momento.

Now, let's see...

Hey, is this your house?

I wish it were! But, don't worry, I have the key, and, er...

that's all that counts, eh?

Yeah.

Hey, where's the light?

No! Lasciami!

Stupido! Let me go!

You scared me!

Didn't mean to.

I am sorry.

Er... This way, please.

Make yourself at home.

You want some ice in yours?

Oh!

Oh, sorry.

I did it again, didn't I?

Beautiful little house, huh?

Only the owner must be a Scot. He hides his whisky.

- No! - Uh-huh.

One of his many idiosyncrasies.

- Huh! - Mm-mmm.

Hey, take it easy.

Oh, wait. Be a good boy.

No, later.

No...

Are you crazy?

I wasn't kidding when I said I'd paid thirty-five pounds for this!

You did, eh?

Huh. What do you want? What's the matter?

No!

How do you say "love"?

Amore.

Amore.

And how do you say "whore"?

No.

Oh, come on. Tell me.

Amore...

Mmm?

Putana.

Putana.

Amore putana.

I...

Hawkins...

Ann...

Who...

Who are you?

I... I assure you, there's no money in the house.

The silver...

is in the dining room.

Take it.

Listen, I...

I'm not armed, and there are no guns in the house.

And then...

I wouldn't want any trouble.

Now, look here. What are you doing in this house?

What do you want?

Sorry, baby.

I hate to interrupt a professional at her job.

And you are a winner.

That was nice work.

What do you want with us?

What do you want?

Bastard.

Why don't you kill us, too? What are you waiting for?

Balls.

It can wait.

By the way, mate.

You're still gonna have to pay her, right?

- But... - Get me?

- Listen... - Shift!

Sit down. Both of you. Over there.

We've got some waitin' to do,

so keep your cool, and you'll live a little longer.

- What are we waiting for? - Eh? Just take a seat, mate.

Are you Spanish, love?

Italian.

So, what's your game?

A whore in exile?

On a temporary export.

Tell you the truth, I always buy British, myself.

You don't know what you're missing.

You like London?

I don't know.

It's a loo, love.

A great, big, beautiful loo.

You have to walk very carefully.

Around the edge of the pot.

If you fall in the shit,

you've had it.

And where do you think I am right now?

Sono nella merda, fino qua!

He's on the edge of the pot right now.

"Come on," he says.

"I take you to a nice, quiet place."

That's just what he said. "Quiet."

And what do I find?

A bastard like you.

Hmm.

What about my call tonight? Busy?

Er... No, Your Honour. It's ringing now. Just a moment.

- Hello? - Yes?

- Is that Judge Bedell's house? - Yes, this is Peter Bedell.

Ah, one moment, please. The judge is calling.

- You're through, sir. - Oh, thank you.

Hello?! Hello?!

The old man's in a hell of a temper tonight.

Ever known him not to be?

Peter? What took you so long? Where's Hawkins?

Hawkins? Er... I don't know. He's not in tonight.

Probably gone to the cinema.

Hmm! The old fool's gone senile.

Hasn't been to the pictures for years.

Well, what can I tell you, Uncle? Really...

The truth, blast you.

Did you sent him out by chance? Come, now. Whom do you have there?

Well... No... No-one, of course.

Ha! Then this is a night for surprises. What are you doing

home so early?

Oh, there's an awful mess in town tonight.

Somebody or other's out protesting again, and...

well, I didn't want to risk getting caught in the middle.

Besides, I have to go over some papers for the Enterprise censorship case.

Oh, very likely.

Er... Do you think you could neglect your strippers for half an hour?

- Well... - Oh, they won't mind.

You have a way with strippers.

- I need you, my boy. - Yes.