Ginger and Fred Page #3

- No, it's him.

- Good evening. Amelia Bonetti.

The pictures.

- The boot and the red uniform.

- Only the horse is missing.

That's it, look. Those...

They took them during

Christmas festivities

at the Teatro Margherita, Milan.

What a good audience, in Milan!

They cheer...

There are 24 grenadiers.

I am the queen of England.

Frankly I don't find

you look like her so much.

Are you kidding?

Wait.

Watch me with the crown on my head.

What's up?

It's the third time that

there's a black out today.

- Salvatore, the torches!

- Immediately, director.

Sirs, I apologize.

We don't know if it's because...

- Excuse me, madam.

- Please.

Massimiliano, go and fetch the candles!

Give some light.

Well, time passes for everyone.

No, that one's from another act.

"Pas double", double step.

Fred was overwhelming

while doing his gipsy-kossak pot-pourri.

Acrobatic, languishing,

tender, wild!

Wait, look.

I still have the poster here.

- Here it is.

- Forgive me, but I have to...

Sorry, he's choosing the photographs.

We were well known for tap dancing,

but our repertory was quite wide.

And then, as you know,

flamenco and tap have

a lot in common.

Same basics. Excuse me.

Just a second, I'll show you.

No, not here.

Not on the fitted carpet.

Here.

And where's your partner?

I'm waiting for him too,

they say there are frequent arrivals.

- Didn't you come together?

- No.

But aren't you married?

Excuse me. Roberto!

No. I am married,

but not with him.

After all these years,

this gipsy life,

always traveling,

without a real home, a family...

So when I met poor Enrico...

It's a pity, if you two were married

it would have been better.

But... I don't understand why.

It works better. The audience always like love stories.

- Partners in art and life.

- It's true, but it didn't happen.

See you tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning? And when are we going to do the rehearsal?

We didn't dance together for years!

How can we do our show again without a rehearsal?

- Which one is the admiral's room?

- 36, third floor.

Mister director's assistant,

we have a dignity to defend.

I want my photos back!

Will the ladies please sit down...

The first report is ready.

You're from the CST, right?

- Thank you.

- The table on the left.

Do you want soup, pasta?

I would just like some ham, to begin.

I was saying,

the magistrate told me...

He may have told you whatever.

I'm only the lawyer who paid

the ransom to the kidnappers.

I can't answer your questions!

It's the industrieller, the one

they kept in a well...

Ask it to him!

He's locked in his room and

he doens't answer to anyone!

20 billions, uh?

And they did cut one of his finger too.

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