Obsession Page #2

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your place.

I don't want you to take a risk.

What if he's a klutz?

A klutz? Are you crazy? They're

getting Alexandre Buisson.

Do you know Alex?

No, it's Barnat's idea. Did you want me

to refuse him?

Didn't you work well together before?

It'd be more pleasant to get an old pal.

What is it? Was there something

between you?

Was it about a woman?

After all, things have turned out

so well.

You could have asked my opinion.

Barnat told me Alex is one the best

in the business.

I'm sure they could have found

someone else.

Anyway, it's too late now. He arrives at

4 o'clock.

The Barnat troupe, please.

Whom do you wish to see?

The Giovanni's.

You're Alex... Mr. Buisson?

You've recognized me! Bravo!

- How did you recognize me?

- I was expecting you.

But you made a face.

- So you've arrived just like that?

- Like that. Incognito.

I don't know about my client but

the pleasure is all mine.

So it's you, Hlne?

My God, yes.

Say...

- How's Aldo?

- Not too well.

I'll do my thing. He'll recover like

nothing's happened.

Do you know how Aldo and I used to be -

like 5 fingers of a hand.

We had a number called the Albatrosses.

Splendid!

You'll never see anything like that!

Wouldn't it be nice to pay him a visit?

No, not today. He has a fever.

- The doctor wouldn't let us.

- Well, as you wish.

What are you doing? You aren't going to

work now, are you?

What else is to do here? There aren't

that many amusements besides work.

You aren't going back to the hotel?

"Go, go to work!"

They don't make guys like me anymore.

The king of Medrano in ballet shoes!

This is how it's done.

And not a single cuff button is missing,

you can count them.

Thank you, sir.

You know, Hlne doesn't believe me.

- Believe what?

- That you were so funny at the time.

- What time?

- At the time of the Albatrosses.

So cute, I can't let you go.

There are people around...

And now, a place for memories.

I'll show you a little museum

of friendship.

- What is it?

- Take it.

It's in Besanon,

"the old Spanish town."

Do you remember, Aldo, how they used

to call me "Thighs of Iron,"

and you, "Arms of Steel"?

Iron and steel go together well, right?

- Let's go.

- Wait a minute.

You hid those things from me.

He's tireless, your Louis.

Poor Louis, for a frame like this,

he lacks weight.

And this one is a bad memory.

The four Albatrosses on the eve of

becoming three.

It was in Rouen 7 years ago.

You recognize me right away.

This is Clara, our acrobat,

a marvellous girl.

And the one with his arm around her?

It's the poor Jim.

- Why poor?

- Because he died 2 days later.

If I knew what'd happen, I wouldn't be

so jolly that day.

What happened to Jim?

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