The Walk Page #2

I don't hide behind imaginary walls.

Please don't insult my circle.

It's my sacred space.

Ah. Merci.

I'd be much obliged

if y'all could just mosey along.

This here is a private conversation.

Well, shut my mouth.

- We thought you were putting on a show.

- No, it ain't.

This here's for y'all.

Well, thank you kindly.

Bye, now.

Wow, I love your English.

It sounds so American.

Dirty thief.

I think I

like better the English.

Who do you think you are?

Bastard.

Ah, yes, I certainly prefer the English.

Then listen, juggler.

You stole my best audience in weeks.

And for what? Some cheap stunt?

Well, I'm sorry, but

people love my high wire.

Oh, you call that a high wire?

That was the lowest high

wire I've ever seen.

Ah, you're right, mademoiselle.

But that is because

the two tallest trees in this square

were in your performance space.

And me, I would never invade

the space of another artist.

It's going to rain.

Angry street musician.

I would like to make you an arrangement.

I will only play in that square

when you are not playing.

Oh, that's every weekend

and every second Tuesday.

Okay, deal.

My name is Philippe.

- Annie.

- Annie, it's a nice name.

Why all the English?

Ah, because I must practice.

I'm going to New York.

Ah, New York. That's very exciting.

- Yes? Maybe you'll come with me.

- Yeah, maybe.

I like the way you sing. It's very good.

You were not listening to me sing.

You were playing with fire on a rope.

Oh, no, before that, I was here earlier.

Maybe you did not see me, but I saw you,

and I heard you sing.

It was beautiful.

Well, thank you.

Annie, may I buy you a glass of wine?

No, I don't think that's a good idea.

Yes, then I will make you an arrangement.

If you let me buy you a glass of wine,

I will never hang my rope anywhere in the

Latin Quarter ever again.

You don't give up. Do you?

No. No, I'm very, uh, persistent.

My dream.

- And this is you.

- Yes.

It will be the most glorious

high wire walk in history.

And how high must this wire be

to make so much glory?

Over 100 stories high.

Where do trees like this grow?

These are not trees.

Two magnificent towers.

One hundred meters taller

than the Eiffel Tower itself.

I see.

What do you think?

I don't know. It looks so...

- So...

- Beautiful.

Beautiful, yes.

And dangerous.

And completely insane.

And you're a mad man.

Yes, I am mad, but this...

This is my dream.

Then, if it's your dream, you must do it.

But even if everybody tells me I'm mad?

Well, you shouldn't care about

what other people think.

Okay, but I care what you think.

I love your dream, Philippe.

- Yes?

- Yes.

Do you want to know what I think about you?

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