Bugsy Malone Page #2

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I have to go home.

I promise you, tomorrow.

Goodbye. Goodnight.

- You coming, Velma?

- Sure.

- Goodnight, Fizzy.

- Goodnight, Miss Tallulah.

Oh, my purse.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.

What kind of a fool

do they take me for?

Tomorrow.

A resting place for bums...

a trap set in the slums,

but I know the score.

I won't take no for an answer...

I was born to be a dancer...

tomorrow...

tomorrow, as they say...

another working day...

and another chore.

Tomorrow...

an awful...

place to be.

I gave up yesterday,

but they still want more.

They'll compare me...

to Fred Astaire...

when I'm done.

Yeah.

Anyone who feels the rhythm

moving through him...

knows it's gonna do him good

to let the music burst out...

when you feel it, show it,

let the people know it...

let your laughter loose till your scream

becomes a a love shout...

tomorrow...

tomorrow's far away...

tomorrow, as they say...

is reserved for dreams.

Tomorrow...

tomorrow's looking grey...

a playground always locked

trains no winning teams.

Won't take no for an answer...

I was born to be a dancer...

now.

Anyone who feels the rhythm

moving through him...

knows it's gonna do him good...

to let the music...

burst out.

When you feel it, show it,

let the people know it...

let your laughter loose...

till your scream becomes

a love shout.

Going to the speakeasy tomorrow?

Depends. I'm trying my

luck at the Bijoux Theatre.

Lena Marelli's show?

She walked out. They're

changing everything.

How long have you

wanted to be a singer?

I don't want to be just a

singer, I wanna be a movie star...

in Hollywood.

What's so funny?

I don't know.

Time was when people were

happy being railway engineers...

or nurses.

Don't you want to be anybody?

No. I'm happy being me.

What do you do?

Oh, this and that.

- Crooked, huh?

- No, in-between.

What do you do for money?

- I find boxers.

- You do?

I used to fight myself.

You did? How good were you?

- I could've been a contender.

- You could?

Sure, but for a few things.

- Like what?

- Like a glass jaw.

Jelly legs, no stamina.

- And most of all...

- What?

I got scared.

Some contender.

- Want another drink?

- No, I had enough.

Come on.

- Thought you didn't have money?

- I haven't.

- Then how you...?

- Relax.

I'll think of something.

Two more drinks.

Look, pal, the food counter's

closed. the bar's closed.

My eyes are closing.

The whole joints closed.

I didn't want one, anyway.

Hello.

Operator, could you test this

line? I believe we have a fault.

- What number, please?

- Columbus 19785.

- I'll call you right back.

- Thank you.

How much I owe you?

Eight banana boozle specials,

with double ice cream.

Three beef spitfires...

two cream donuts

and a salami special.

Four dollars and 80 cents.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Let me out!

What are you doing? Let me out!

We interrupt commentary

of tonight's ball game...

to bring you a bulletin

on gang warfare.

Police now officially state...

that the new weapon

of foreign manufacture...

known as the splurge gun

is being widely used...

by mobster gangs.

We now go back to...

our reporter, Seymour Scoop.

What's more, it's just not cricket.

There's a Mr. Bronx

Charlie to see you.

I'll be right in. Show them

into the conservatory.

Very good, sir.

Aren't you gonna play no more?

Later, my rose. Later.

Velia, oh Velia...

the witch of the wood...

would I not die for

you if I could.

Velia, oh Velia...

- Next!

- Very nice.

Lovely. Next.

Get off the stage!

Don't give up your day job.

I didn't figure

on this many people.

They all look like

jugglers and magicians.

Don't worry. You got no

competition. You'll walk it.

Hurry up.

Evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm proud to be here.

In fact, I'm lucky to be here.

Because as I was coming here...

- How do I look?

- Fine.

- I look terrible.

- Believe me, you look swell.

- Honest?

- Honest.

- Cross your heart?

- Cross my heart. Beautiful.

Next.

Once I built a railroad...

Not that old chestnut.

Get him off. Next.

Good evening.

Suppose you're

wondering why we're here.

You bet.

Next.

Not one rabbit...

not two rabbits...

but three rabbits.

Next, next.

Next.

Yeah, great. Okay.

Next one there, please.

Give me your things.

Come on, come on.

Blousey Brown, singer.

Oh, nice face.

Great face, could

do a lot with that.

Oscar.

Oscar.

Oscar.

I'm back. I'll give

you one more chance.

Lena, you've come back to me.

I'll give you one more chance.

Otherwise, I'm out for

good. Out, out, out!

I won't be humiliated.

I'm the star and I

should be treated like one.

Hit it, Joe.

Show business,

it's in my veins...

gotta keep singing

that old refrain...

I thrill to all those tunes

that make me wanna dance...

Cheer up. There's

a million other jobs.

Sure, standing on the

corner asking for dimes.

It's only a matter of time.

I've walked the streets for

months, and the only fancy steps...

I've been doing is avoiding

the rent collector.

Takes time to be a movie star.

We could come back tomorrow.

Come back tomorrow? I spend

my whole life doing that.

Knock it off. Cool down.

I will not cool down.

Don't be stupid.

Will you be quiet up there?

I'm rehearsing.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

There's always Fat Sam's place.

- He won't see me.

- I'll talk to him.

- You know him?

- Know him? We're like that.

You're good friends?

No, but when I see him I cross my

fingers that he won't hit me.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You're too good for this show.

- Why don't we try Fat Sam's?

- Yeah.

You gotta be kidding...

that show business is my business...

- Hi, boys.

- Hi, boss.

Relax, relax, will you?

I'd like to take the opportunity

to thank you for your work.

Everything's gone so well.

Thanks, boss.

Thanks, boss.

Fat Sam must've had quite a shock.

- Quite a shock.

- Thanks, boss.

- Thanks, boss.

- Thanks.

Thanks, boss.

Laughing boy.

Yonkers. Shoulders.

Bronx Charlie. Benny Lee.

Any moment now Fat Sam will be...

crawling on his knees to me.

On his knees.

- Where's my flower, boss?

- Yes...

soon all Fat Sam will have

is the suit he stands up in...

and a suitcase full of memories.

I don't have a flower, boss.

What did I do?

You googed, Doodle.

You dropped the gun.

And I don't allow mistakes.

'Cause they put us in the caboose.

- And Sing Sing ain't my style.

- No, boss.

Not that. Anything but that.

I didn't mean to drop it.

It slipped outta my hands.

Button your lip.

You're all washed up.

- Give a guy a break.

- Get him!

Now listen to what I

say, and listen good.

There's only room for one

Mr. Big in this town.

And that's me, Dandy Dan.

The time has come for

us to play our next card.

Believe me, Fat Sam

and his dumb bums...

ain't gonna stand in our way.

We could've been anything...

that we wanted to be.

But don't it make your heart glad...

that we take pride in it...

we became the best at being bad.

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