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Sure I can. Mr. Bouglione?

How'd you like my act?

- What act?

- Ribble and Orsini.

You come here, do two flips on the bar,

make one pass, right away you got an act.

Congratulations. One of you runs

before he can walk, the other a cripple.

Ribble wants to work with me. Are you

interested or do I go somewhere else?

I'm interested, but I know this man better

than you do. Remember, I warned you.

- You still here? Up all night, huh?

- Look, Mr. Ribble...

That's why there are

no more performers. Nobody trains.

That's the lousiest full twist...

Look what you did.

Mr. Ribble?

How about this?

It's not like workin' with my own bars,

but tell me what you think anyway.

Hands close enough together, Mr. Ribble?

What do you think, Mr. Ribble?

- How's that, Mr. Ribble?

- Lousy.

Mike?

- Who is it?

- Mike, it is Rosa.

Rosa!

Where'd you come from?

I thought you were in Australia.

And Africa. Three years. I am back, Mike.

We are opening here.

What are you doing now?

- Come here, let's have a look at you.

- Rosa!

- You want my horses to catch a cold?

- Well, if it ain't old Chikki.

The horses first,

always the horses, eh, Chikki?

I thought you were dead. She's Mrs. Chikki

Fauchon now. I married her last year.

Well, congratulations. You're a lucky man.

You should know.

Rosa, come on. Come on, Rosa!

Lady? Oh, lady, excuse me.

Would you do me a favor? Can I talk

to you? You seem to know Mr. Ribble...

Hey, rigger, come here.

We want to talk to you.

- Have a drink?

- What? Yeah, sure. Bottle of beer.

We make some changes in the act.

The rigging will have to be different.

We need a third bar and another set

of wires eight feet from the centre bar.

I want the apron

extended another four feet.

And the platform

should be dropped six inches.

Of course, the tension will have to be

checked for my takeoff.

I'd like it to be ready first thing

in the morning, so if you'll get to it...

- Did you hear what I said?

- Sure.

You said the spotlight will be on you

when you do a flyaway at the finish.

Oh, shut up. Shut up!

- Is there something better to put it on?

- That depends. What are you selling?

- Hey, there's a picture of you.

- Don't just stand there. Order something.

- Beer.

- Make it two.

Clark, Segrist, Concello,

Codona, Amadori and... and Ribble.

The only six men in the world

that ever threw a triple.

There'll never be a seventh. When

circus was real, flying was a religion.

Now what have you got? Pink lights,

ballet girls, blue sawdust. A lot of hoopla.

You'll never throw a triple. You know

why? Because you drink too much.

...so after I got 'em, I thought about

the snakeskin-shoe business.

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