Stay Hungry Page #8

Any of you see

Joe Santo around?

Yes. Try next door.

Thank you.

What do you mean mediums?

We need five more minutes.

Hey, Joe.

Do the four steps. You know,

one knee, it should do it.

How are you?

Glad to see you.

And don't forget,

keep tensing the thighs.

Did you have

a good time with Zoe?

Fine. All right.

Think you'll see her again?

Nope.

Why not?

I don't like being

too comfortable.

Once you get used to it,

It's hard to give up.

I'd rather stay hungry.

Hey, Santo. When are you gonna

show me what you got?

Terrific, Doug.

Are you going to do that

on stage?

You'll see when we

get out there.

Your peanuts, Joe.

Hey, Franklin.

Is it authentic enough

for you back here?

What's on your mind?

That's why I came over here

to talk to you--

Moe Zwick,

rhymes with quick.

That's my boy over there.

Laverne,

there's oil on the floor.

Look, I've been worrying

a little bit about Erikson.

Now, I'm not implying

that he would head south...

with all that entry money,

but him not being here...

just makes me nervous,

you know?

And I'm not usually

a nervous individual.

Mae Ruth.

Mae Ruth!

Come here!

I want to do it some more.

Get in here!

Mae Ruth?

Jesus, Thor!

What are you doing here?

You're supposed

to be at the contest.

I ain't going to the contest.

Can't go to the contest.

Well, I'm getting out of here.

Don't go. Stay here with me.

Don't go to the contest.

- Thor!

- Mary Tate, stay here with me.

Can't go to that contest.

Stay here.

Stay here.

I know now what I'm doing.

Thor...

Look. Look, see?

OK, OK.

I know. I know you're unhappy.

Look, see? Look.

I just want to make you happy.

Buy you things, pretty things.

Make you feel good.

I can make you

feel happy right now.

Look. Look, see. See?

Oh, please...

Come on. Come on.

It won't hurt you. Come on.

Just a little.

Just a sniff.

Come on. Mary Tate.

It's just that

I miss her so much.

I feel so bad about

what happened at the party.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Really, I am.

Will you put your goddamn

dumbbells down for a second?

Come on.

They're all backstage.

Let's go.

Why do you come to me?

Why don't you tell her?

Because I thought

she was gonna be here.

Look around. She's not.

OK, everybody on stage.

Thanks a lot, Joe.

That helps me. Thank you.

Listen, buddy, you had her once,

and you let her go.

I got my contest

to win here today.

I can't believe you.

You really want to win this...

and you're giving me this

"stay hungry" horseshit?

I don't know where she is.

And even if I did,

I still wouldn't tell you.

Why, because you want her

for yourself?

Now you're talking

about something...

you don't know anything about.

Yeah, I do.

You know what I think?

I think you were testing her,

you bastard.

Hey, give us

a break here, Blake.

You believed all along

she was coming back to you.

Come on now.

My boy has a job to do.

I told you a while back,

you can't grow without burning.

- I don't need this sh*t.

- Yeah, you do.

Craig, hey. Listen to me.

Check the spa.

Anita told me that Mary Tate...

was going back there

to pick up her stuff.

Listen, I got to get

out front, all right?

Thanks. If she shows here,

just tell her to wait.

OK. Listen, if you see Thor,

you tell him now's the time!

Follow that guy.

Find out what's

with Erikson.

Don't worry about Doug.

The finals ain't

for fifteen minutes. Follow him.

Go on.

Mary?

Mary Tate?

Mary?

I've been looking

all over for you.

Are you all right?

I love you, baby.

Let me go, Craig.

I'm not gonna let you go.

I love you.

He let me go.

He let me go.

Who let you go?

What happened?

- Mary Tate!

- I'm scared. We have to go.

What happened?

What'd he do to you?

Blake!

Find Joe!

Find Joe!

What did you do to her,

you bastard?!

What did you do to her?!

Pissant, where are you?

Who the hell are you?

Santo! Santo!

That's enough. Break it up.

One of you is gonna

pass out. Come on.

In just a moment...

the judges will announce

the new Mr. Universe.

The guy named Santo.

He's from Austria.

Havi-shavitz!

Havi-shavitz!

Quiet!

Havi-shavitz!

Fa-vight! Fa-vight!

Fight. A fight. I knew it.

- Fight? Where?

- Erikson's place.

- Oh, my God!

- Hey, where you going?

Dougie! Dougie! I knew it.

The son of a b*tch is taking off

with our prize money.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the new Mr. Universe...

Joe Santo!

Hey, Santo! Santo!

Hey, fella, listen.

Listen to me now.

You're causing a panic here.

Now talk slow.

Ha-vi-sha-vitz.

Fee-vee-vight.

Did Joe Santo come this way?

- Joe Santo?

- He had posing trunks on.

Is that what you're wearing?

I thought those

were his underpants.

No, no. Body builders.

He's one of them body builders.

Show the people

what body builders do.

Hey, Ed, did you see

where Santo went?

No.

These people

want to see poses.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

We might as well.

Where's Joe?

He took the prize money.

What the hell's

going on here?

Hey, leave us alone.

Attempted rape. Assault.

Enough to get him ten years.

How about taking care

of the crowd, Owen?

Excuse me, officer.

What happened

to this guy Erikson?

He come through the window.

They just took him off.

He's in a lot worse shape

than that Blake boy.

That's a shame.

You didn't happen to see

no money on him, did you?

How about just moving along.

I can't believe it.

You beat up on Erikson...

'cause he tries

to diddle your girlfriend.

She drops the charges,

he agrees to sell...

and now you're saying you won't

sell us back the place?

That's right.

Me and Mr. Universe...

we're going into

the gym business.

That doesn't mean you boys

aren't welcome back here.

Hell, we'll put you all

on a program.

Help you take care of

those love handles...

of yours there, Walter Jr.

Hey, now, quit it!

And that's it, huh?

Jabo, have you thought about

building a skinny high-rise?

Or maybe a little fat, short,

squatty one around my place.

Look, two months from now,

you're gonna get tired...

of playing

with all these toys.

You're gonna crawl to us

to bail your ass out.

Maybe.

But for now,

I like it down here.

Let me set something straight.

From now on...

you do your business

on the other side of town.

You listen to me, hear?

What's he doing?

Posing.

You think that's funny?

That's funny.

No, that's funny.

- Dear nephew...

- You'll see.

You may not have become

the Blake we anticipated...

but you are definitely

Craig Blake...

an identity that no one

will dare challenge.

Musclemen amok in the town

your forebears built.

A formidable achievement.

Fondly, Uncle Albert.

Well, it's a sold house,

William.

Dear Uncle Albert...

"Do it unsparingly,"

you once said...

and so I have.

I asked William

if he would like to stay on...

with the new owners...

but he feels

that way of life...

is as much behind him

as it is for me.

He's opened a thrift shop

downtown...

using the more salable

objects from the house...

with which

to build his trade.

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