The Walk Page #5

This feeling that I'm crossing into a...

A truly different world.

And I was redeemed.

Or so I thought.

These Parisians,

they know nothing but contempt.

They refuse to appreciate beauty.

Every other country, Germany, Spain,

England, even Russia, they salute me.

They call me a maestro.

They call me a valiant young poet.

But no, not the French.

They call me "delinquent."

They call me "vandal."

- Philippe.

- Vandal!

Look.

This is a sign.

In the same newspaper

as my Notre-Dame story?

- This is providence.

- Mmm-hmm.

It says they're almost finished.

The lower floors are already occupied.

Annie! We need to pack.

They're enormous.

Yes.

They're monstrous.

Music's getting longer too

Music is a-flashin' me

I want to, I want to, I

want to take you higher

I want to take you higher

Baby, baby, baby, light my fire

Whoa!

I want to take you higher

They're a lot taller than I imagined.

Yes.

It's absurd.

Completely absurd.

It's not real.

These towers, they have no scale!

They just rise and never stop.

It's not human!

It's over. It's over. It's finished.

- What's finished?

- The coup! My dream! It's destroyed!

Do you see these monsters?

- These beasts! Beasts!

- Calm down!

They just tell me it's not possible

and nothing else!

There's no sign of possibility.

There's nothing telling me

that it can be done.

Yo.

How you doing?

There's stairs going up.

Go back to the hotel.

If I'm not back in five hours,

look for me at the police station.

I make my way to the top.

Nobody stops me.

And I find myself standing

on an island floating in mid-air,

on the edge of the void.

Of course, I automatically

look across to the opposite tower.

But then I have to dare to look down.

Now, I think I know the void.

I'm a wire walker.

The void is my domain, yes?

Well, not this void.

But, still I gather the courage to whisper.

I whisper so the demons won't hear me.

It's impossible.

But I'll do it.

Boom laka-laka

Boom laka-laka-laka, boom laka-laka

English. Only English.

We must learn to sound like New Yorkers.

Your so-called coup is a ridiculous joke.

- There. Have it in English.

- That's why I have it all planned out.

Planned out? Who are you kidding?

You have no idea

what's on the opposite roof.

You don't know what time

the construction crews arrive

or what time they quit.

You have no idea

what the actual distance is

between the towers.

Or how you're going to

anchor the cavalettis.

How? There is absolutely no place

to attach them to the facade.

And, by the way, how many days

did it take you to build this maquette?

Oh, come on.

This is beautiful! Eh?

What are the cavalettis?

These guy wires.

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