A ringmaster interrupts a dog race to prove a point nobody wants to hear: you're not free either, just running in better circles. The crowd kills him for it, and a single red rose blooms in his blood. That rose is the only honest thing in the entire film, and it doesn't matter.

A dog race becomes the stage for chaos when a ringmaster crashes the event and ties fish to the animals' collars, sending them running in circles. The crowd erupts in outrage, but the ringmaster refuses to back down. He insists the spectators are no better off than the dogs. In the end he is assassinated and the race carries on, yet a single red rose springs from his blood. The psychological film leaves open whether that rose stands for truth in a mad world.