Staying Alive Page #4

- You do?|- Yeah, I do.

- You don't.|- You don't think I have other plans?

- No.|- Well, you're wrong.

- I can tell when you're lying.|- How?

- How can you tell when I'm lying?|- Who's your commitment with?

I'll never tell.

I'll go out with you.

- Excuse me?|- The three of us.

Oh, you're sick.|You are sick.

No, really, later?

I don't know what you did,|but she hates me.

- I didn't do nothing.|- Come on, Tony, stop lying.

I mean, it's becoming|a regular thing with you.

- That bad, huh?|- That bad.

- So what are we doing here?|- I wanted to ask you a favour.

- What favour?|- Could you meet me here tonight?

- No, I don't think I can.|- I will owe you for life if you do.

I know I treat you bad|and I got terrible manners.

But so did the people I grew up with.|Some of it rubs off.

There's a gentleman inside here|dying to get out. Really.

Come on, would you?

Please. How about it?

- OK.|- Thank you.

You're welcome.

- I didn't think you were showing up.|- I'm sorry. The show ran late.

- Tony, you remember Carl. Carl, Tony.|- How are you doing?

- I need to ask you something.|- Me, too.

That guy's a musician. I didn't think|you was the musician type.

- He plays rhythm guitar at the club.|- Rhythm guitar? That's the worst!

Everybody knows you can't trust a guy|who plays rhythm guitar.

Underneath the curls, he's a pervert.|I can feel it.

Did you take funny pills today?

- How did you get in here?|- The window.

- You amaze me.|- I don't like him.

- Looks like a demented paratrooper.|- He is just a friend!

- Listen, thanks, Carl.|- Is everything all right?

- Fine. She's in good hands.|- Are you Allstate, pal?

- Yeah, you want disability?|- I'll see you Wednesday.

- All right. Goodnight.|- Goodnight.

Did you see|how you said goodnight to him?

Oh, great!|No, how did I say it?

It was like syrup.|I got a cavity just listening to it.

What are we doing here?

I want to...|I want to try Butler's routine.

I want to ask Jesse|to have a shot at replacing him.

- You're kidding?|- No. You think I can do it?

- I think so.|- Well... do you want to help me?

- I think so.|- Let's go.

- I think you're a little jealous.|- No way.

- Walk you home?|- No, it's OK.

- Sure?|- Positive. Thanks anyway.

All right.|Thanks a lot, Jackie.

You're welcome. Goodnight.

Hey, Jackie! Remember I mentioned a|gentleman that was anxious to get out?

- Well, he'd like to walk you home.|- OK.

You're lucky.|This neighbourhood is dangerous.

- You didn't give that musician a key?|- No!

- Did you?|- No!

Just checking.

- So what do you think?|- No, it's what you think.

- You think I ought to try it?|- You've got the routine.

- But is it good enough?|- Yeah.

- Is it?|- Yeah. Well... Goodnight.

Goodnight, Jackie.

Hey, Jackie, wait a minute.

I want to say something to you,|but it's really hard because...

I'm just not used to saying|nice things to you.

I think we had something|really comfortable, right.

Something really... really nice.

And I was thinking|that I was really...

The way I acted towards you|was really wrong.

I don't want to lose you.

I feel really comfortable with you|and I was thinking

that if you feel the same way,|and I feel the same thing for you,

then maybe we could|get back together.

I love you, Jackie.

One, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.

Two, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.

Three, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.

- Two, two, three, four...|- Hold it, hold it!

Take a break.

- It's not me, is it?|- Nope. You're fine.

- I think I can do it.|- Do what?

- You're being unreasonable!|- I won't jeopardise my career...

- Nor will I.|- He's an amateur!

- I want you to try it with him!|- You've been taken in...

I haven't. Now try it, and keep your|personal feelings out of it! Let's go.

OK.

- Butler, sit this one out.|- What do you mean?

- You know.|- I don't!

Sure, you do!|Manero!

You know the first combination.

Music.

Is this a dance|or a bloody circus?

- Forget it, man!|- Too right!

What are you looking at?

- Wait!|- I don't want to talk about it.

Don't walk out and|expect to come back!

- Is that right?|- You walk out now, you're over!

- What would you do?|- I'm not the one who's on the line.

- I don't want anybody laughing at me!|- Who are you, somebody special?

I give you a chance|for a Broadway lead and you walk out!

- Who cares?|- Nobody has to care!

I don't have to care about you,|or you about me.

If you want to dance here, you follow|my rules! It's not a democracy!

You are not the greatest dancer|to hit Broadway!

You have anger and intensity. That's|what I need to make this show work.

You think you're so terrific|you'll score another show?

The best thing that you ever scored|is Laura.

But you blew that because|you're different kinds of people.

You're never going to change that.

If you had half a brain, you'd stop|trying to change other people

and start worrying|about changing yourself!

- Everyone uses everyone, don't they?|- Go to hell, Manero!

Who cares, man?

All right, starting positions.

And... five, six, seven, eight.

- One, two, three, four, five...|- Hold it!

- Butler, would you mind?|- This is bullshit!

- Count it down.|- And five, six, seven, eight.

Again!

Yes!

Again, Tony, again!

Five minutes!

Five minutes!

Five minutes!

Full house, kids.

How are you feeling?|I just want to tell you one thing.

When you step out there,|remember you're not one of them.

You dance for them.|Don't dance for yourself, Tony.

The show will work,|you'll be terrific.

- You warmed up?|- Yep.

- Break a leg.|- Thanks a lot.

How about you, warmed up?|How do you feel?

- Nervous.|- Of course you are. You look good.

You know what I need?|Another week.

You're going to be great!|I've got to go.

All right.

My son is in this show.

In case you didn't know.

He's a dancer, my son.|He's very good.

Spots four and five,|standing by.

Standing room only, guys.|How are we doing?

We're ready.

- Black out the curtain warmers.|- Curtain warmers to black.

- They're out.|- Give me a white spot.

Spot is go.

Hang on there, Manero,|hang on.

Perfect!

Go to black!

You bastard!

Why don't you teach him|some manners?

- How is the show going?|- Great. How's your eye?

- How was that last scene?|- Wonderful. Honey, you were great.

- But why did you have to kiss her?|- Oh, God, that didn't mean nothing.

Jesus.

Good luck!

- Manero! What are you doing out there?|- I'm dancing.

That's a personal war you're having!|Out there, you two are dancers.

You want to fight, do it on your own|time! The show is the thing, not you!

- You remember that!|- I'll remember that.

Tony! Tony!|I wanted to apologise for this.

- I don't know what came over me.|- It was nothing. Forget it.

- Could we get together after the show?|- Why?

I just want to talk, clear things up.

I've got other commitments.

Oh, Tony!

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