The Electric Horseman Page #3

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I don't suppose Las Vegas is the most natural

place in the world for any of us, is it?

Well, I don't know, sir. I

don't think he's feelin' so good.

Well, let's give him a drink.

Rising Star represents

a substantial investment.

You can be sure we've

entrusted his care to experts.

I don't think them experts

are so expert.

Mr. Steele, would you please

sign this picture for me?

You bet.

For my daughter Tammy.

Thank you. Why don't I make an

appointment with Mr. Sears this afternoon?

Why would you put that horse out on

the stage with a bunch of dancin' girls?

Just a minute, Mr. Steele.

I'm talkin' to him.

It sells product, Sonny.

You mustn't apply logic

to advertising.

It'll just confound you.

Believe me.

Well, it just don't feel right.

It seems wrong-

all them lights blinkin'and

winkin:
and girls, horse-

Sir, I used to rodeo...

and I was good at it.

That's irrelevant.

To who?

Sonny, this is a conversation I

think we might have some other time.

-Would it matter?

-It matters that you fulfill the requirements of your contract,

which don't include your passing

judgment on corporate policy.

Nothin' in that contract about

me ridin' around on toy horses.

You're not in rodeo anymore.

Actually, you're more famous now.

Aren't you? Your face

is on millions ofboxes.

You're on billboards all over the

country. People want your autograph.

What I'm talking about is

you voluntarily accepted...

a highly-paid,

relatively simplejob...

that more than a handful of cowboys

would give their right arm for.

You're right.

I don't want

just to be right.

You want me to like it?

It would be a factor in our working

relationship. Mr. Sears,Joanna Camden...

is waiting over here by the Earth Mover,

so why don't we have the pictures taken?

- Excuse us, please.

- Ah, you bet.

I'm sorry, sir. When this

is over, get rid of him.

Telephone call for Miss Avis.

Ellen Avis, please.

Telephone call for Mr. Yanna.

Mr.John Yanna, please.

Charlotta! Hey!

Got a quarter?

No, don't say it. I bet that

check's in the mail. Sonny!

Wendell handles all that anyway,

babe. You know that. Come talk to me.

How is old Wendell

who can't find a stamp?

Bartender?

Give us a double Jack

Daniels, please, tall glass.

The lady'll take a Rob

Roy. Orangeade. I quit.

Wha-

What's the matter? You're

not "born again," are ya?

Maybe I am. I got me

a record contract now.

All on my own too. You be sure

and tell Wendell Hixon that.

You're sure tough on ol' Wendell, not that

I blame you, checks bein' late and all.

I don't wanna talk about

the checks. Princess Fatima.

You know what I wanna talk about.

I want you to sign these papers!

You don't think I saw you tryin' to slip

outta here? I left three messages at the desk.

No, wait a minute.

I didn't get no messages.

Sonny, that judge told you

to sign the papers.

Don't you wanna be

divorced for real?

Yes, I do. I just-

Well, I been busy.

Busy? Doin' what?

Makin' up excuses?

Excuses? You got somebody now...

sits up all night 'cause you lost

your keys, or you got a flat tire?

Comin' home at 6:00

in the mornin',

expectin' me to cook

breakfast for a dozen cowboys,

'cept some of'em was cowgirls

who didn't bother to look like...

they hadn't been in

the backseat of your car.

Charlotta, yoo-hoo, you got a mean

memory. Just a couple of parties-

A couple? That light-up suit

must've given you shock treatment!

I'm talkin' a lot of parties

and a lot of backseats.

If it hadn't been for backseats,

babe, we'd have never met.

And I'll bet you're still doin'

it. Telephone call for Mr. Hopkins.

Stayin' up all night,

burnin' yourself out.

You'rejust walkin'around

to save funeral expenses.

Well, you smile, baby.

You get my insurance.

Do you know what your skeleton

looks like in them X-rays? Ajunkyard!

You couldn't get through an

airport metal detector stark naked.

Gimme the papers.

Huh?

Gimme the papers.

- For real?

- Give 'em to me.

Telephone call for Mr. Klein.

Mr. Mike Klein, please.

Princess Fatima.

Princess Fatima, please.

You look like hell.

And you look great.

Hey, would ya

come up to my room?

I can't.

You just know what'd happen.

Yeah!

Besides,

I got somebody

who really likes me now.

That's not hard to do.

- Who's the lucky fella?

- Billy Roy Fix!

- Billy Roy Fix?

- Uh-huh.

Is that right?

Well, I guess there's just

somethin' about us Western stars.

Mr. Sonny Steele, report to the

backstage area. Oops, that's me. I'm late.

Good-bye, darlin'.

Bye, darlin'.

Take care, huh?

Disco magic

Disco magic

Disco magic

Move it up, move it down

Listenin'to the funky sound

Disco magic

Disco magic

Shake your thing to the beat

Makes you wanna move your feet

Disco magic

Disco magic

It's so inviting

but you really can't

It's so exciting

makes you wanna dance

I don't know what it is

but I never wanna miss

Disco magic

Disco magic

Stayin'out on the floor

I just wanna have some more

Disco magic

Disco magic

It sends a rhythm right down

to your soul Well, Mr. Steele.

The magic makes you

wanna lose control

Disco magic After this number,

the motorcycle daredevil.

God save us.! And then you

and the horse. Disco magic

Disco magic

Now listen,you don't

start those things...

until I give you

the cue, yes?

Move it up, move it down

Listen to the funky sound

Disco magic

Disco magic

Shake your thing to the beat

Makes you wanna move your feet

Not now!

Not now! Not now!

It's so inviting

Puts you in a trance

It's so exciting

Makes you wanna dance

Open the curtain.

Thought he was confused?

Wasn't he 'spose to?

The hard way.

Ho, ho, ho.!

Disco magic

Disco magic

Forget the routine. Go right into

the finale. Mr. Miles.! Mr. Miles.!

That was very effective,

and this is no criticism,

but I think it's too dangerous

to use that horse on a ramp.

He wasn't supposed to be

on the ramp!

He wasn't even supposed

to be out there yet!

He's ruined

the whole concept!

I gotta run

to keep from hidin'

And I'm bound

to keep on ridin'

And I got one more

silver dollar

And I ain't gonna let 'em

catch me, no

I ain't gonna let 'em catch

the Midnight Rider

- What did he say?

- He was rude, very rude, and he wasn't concentrating.

He must've said something

to you.

He was askin' a lot of questions

about the horse's tendon and the drugs.

Drugs?

Just a second.

What drugs?

- Uh, well, the tranquilizers-

- That's done all the time.

They tranquilize the animal to

keep it calm. The butazoladine...

they use for the tendon.

Mutual Indemnity.

The Nevada State Police. Which do

you want? Neither. Keep this quiet.

You might as well

know the rest, Mr. Sears.

Sonny knows horses. I think he's guessed

we've used steroids to muscle him up.

Are they dangerous?

Well, they make

the horse sterile.

Temporarily! Temporarily. Sterile.

It's just a side effect.

It's not a permanent thing.

What are we gonna do, put that

on a box top? "Temporarily."

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