Staying Alive Page #3

You got to feel|what the hell you're doing.

The show's called "Satan's Alley".

It's a journey through hell.|It ends with an ascent to heaven.

It's simple, but if it's going to work,|you've got to bust your asses!

- I didn't say anything.|- But I... Shoot me. Shoot me twice.

- It's all right, really.|- I got hung up. What can I say?

You don't have to say anything.

When you say that,|I know you want me to say something.

- OK, what do you want to talk about?|- I don't know. What about you?

It's the lovers, the young lovers.

- I've got to get going.|- I'll give you a call later, all right?

I'll call you later.

If you're really her friend,|do her a favour.

- What?|- Teach her to dance.

There's nothing wrong|with her dancing.

I really like her, too.|But she's ordinary.

- But you're very good.|- Where are you coming from?

- Is something wrong?|- I don't like being led on.

- Who's leading you on?|- I call you up, you're not home!

Then I wait all night for you and|you bring some guy home with you.

- Are you talking to me?|- Did what we did mean nothing?

- It was nice.|- Nice, everyday! Like breakfast?

I usually skip breakfast.|Look, I'll see you later.

- I'm talking to you!|- I said later.

- Come here!|- Take your bloody hands off me!

Do you think I'm some little groupie?

We met, I liked you, we made it.|What do you think it was? True love?

You think I used you!|What about you using me?

Everybody uses everybody, don't they?

Hold it, hold it!

- What's this?|- I thought we decided to go downstage.

True, but then I changed it|to the upstage position.

It was better going downstage.

- Was it?|- Much better.

I'll tell you what's even better: You|learn the routine the way I laid it out!

- Again.|- And... five, six, seven, eight.

- What if I come over about nine?|- How do I know you'll show?

- Come on!|- Are you sure you'll be there?

- Definitely. We'll go out.|- What, Christmas carolling?

How did you know?

All right! I'll see you later.

- No talking to strangers.|- Nobody's stranger than you are.

See you.

Tony. I'm having|a few friends around tonight.

A pre-Christmas party.|Like to come?

Didn't we just have a fight?

We didn't have a fight, Tony,|you did.

I hope that's all resolved|and I'd like to see you.

- What time?|- Oh, ten-ish.

- I don't know.|- Consider yourself officially invited.

- Whose limo is this?|- I'll see you about ten.

Bye.

Whose limo is this?

Anybody know whose limo this is?

You know, I don't care|if I ever get a message.

- Where to?|- Laura Revell's place, where else?

Are you expected?

To do what?

I was wondering where you were.|You look nice.

- You do, too.|- Thank you.

What would you like to drink?|We have champagne, wine, whisky...

- I don't believe this.|- What?

- Now you're with the director.|- I'm not with anybody.

- Haven't you learnt anything?|- What do you mean? Are we in school?

Why don't we go out|on the balcony?

There's an awfully nice view|of New York. Come on.

If you want to leave, that's|your choice. Maybe you had better go.

- What's your problem?|- What?

Do you think|you can play with people?

Do you? Oh, look, Tony.

I'm not playing with anyone. I invited|you because I think you're interesting.

Most people here are interesting.

- Why be upset? There are pretty girls.|- I came to be with you!

And I'm expecting someone else.

Why did we even start this thing up,|huh?

Start?|Look, you came to me, remember?

- You did nothing? It was just me.|- Whatever.

Anyway, I'm freezing out here.

If nothing else, you'll have|an interesting chapter for your diary.

You know the way out.

Merry Christmas.

I can"t take all the blame now, can I?

It takes more than one|to lose such a fine line

That lies between|but holds together

Hearts in the night

Touch at a time

And l"m finding out the hard way

lt"s going to take some tears

A little bit of heartache

We"re like islands in the stream

Watching all our dreams start to fade

Fading away

A moment gone is gone forever

lt"s like water through your hands

And you spin the wheel of misfortune

Watching it turn

You live and you learn

I keep reaching out

And come up empty-handed

When did I let you down?

Or did I leave you stranded?

And l"m finding out the hard way

lt"s going to take some tears

A little bit of heartache

And we"re like islands in the stream

Watching all our dreams start to fade

Fading away

Start to fade

Fading away

Start to fade

Fading away

Fade away

- Jackie, I'm sorry.|- I don't want to see you tonight.

I just forgot to call you.|I'm really sorry.

I know, but you can't|treat me like this any more.

- I won't.|- I can't always be second choice.

- You're not.|- I am, and you know I am.

I promise it'll never happen again.

Yes, it will.|It will if I let it.

Do you know how many times|you've done this to me?

I love you so much, Tony.|Don't you know that?

You keep treating me like this.

- What can I say to you? I...|- Nothing.

You don't have to say anything.

I'll be your friend,|but no more than that.

- Can I get you something else?|- No, I'm full.

- Have another piece of pie.|- No, really, I'm full now, Mom.

Come on, have another piece.|I made it special.

OK, to hell with it, then.

Put it away, have it for lunch,|who knows?

You know, it's weird...

This house seems so much smaller|than when I used to live in it.

What do you mean, smaller?

You know, the opposite of bigger.|Smaller.

I mean, what do you want me to do?|What do you want, stretch it?

I was just making an observation,|that's all.

Tony, why did you come today?

- I've got a lot of things on my mind.|- Like what? What things?

The way I used to act around here.|I was very hard on you.

And I just wanted to say|it's not me, all right?

That wasn't me.

- Are you kidding me?|- No, I'm apologising to you.

Apologising for what? Are you saying|that wasn't the real you back then?

Yeah.

I had a lot of attitude|and I just didn't like it...

- I don't believe this.|- Believe it!

I don't believe it!|And don't get fresh with me!

This attitude you're talking about...

That's what got you out|of this damn neighbourhood.

You don't need to apologise.|You must have done something right.

So you're saying|I've always been this bastard,

but it's all right|because it comes natural to me?

- Something like that.|- Yeah?

Yeah! Yeah. Double yeah.

I'll have another piece of this pie.|It's very good.

Better than stuff I get in New York.

I bought you a ticket for the show.|26 bucks.

I'm a hot shot now.

Lay back, Butler.|Extend! Extend!

Enough!

Maybe it's me, Butler. Maybe I'm not|getting across what I want.

You still ticklish, huh?

What I want is a much more|forceful type movement.

- It's a very sensual show, Butler.|- Right.

So, let's try to be sensual.|Try it. You might like it.

Once again.

- What do you think?|- She's good.

- What about him?|- He's good, but he's too mechanical.

- What are you doing later?|- I've got commitments.

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