Bugsy Malone Page #3

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We could've been

anything we wanted to be...

with all the talent we had.

No doubt about it,

we whine and we pout it...

we're the very best at being...

bad guys.

We're rotten to the core...

congratulations,

no one likes you anymore...

bad guys...

we're the very worst.

Each of us contemptible...

we're criticized and cursed...

we've made the big-time...

malicious and mad...

we're the very best at being bad.

Look at me, I'm dancin'.

We could've been anything

we wanted to be...

we took the easy way out...

with a little training,

we've mastered complaining...

made us seem unnecessary...

we're so rude, it's scary...

We could've been anything

we wanted to be...

with all the talent we had...

with a little practice

we made every black list...

we're the very best...

at being bad...

we're the very best...

at being bad.

Where you shovin' me?

We're the very best at being bad.

What are you doing?

Get in here, you bunch

of peanut brains.

Get in here, you dummies.

We got business

to do. Move it!

Come on, get in here.

We got business to do.

We can't waste

all this time.

Right.

Let's get down to it.

Don't do that, Snake Eyes.

It's thinking time.

And don't do that, Knuckles.

Sure thing, boss.

Let's start at the beginning.

We're being outsmarted

by that lounge lizard.

And we're gonna get back on top.

Back on top.

We'll kick that drugstore cowboy...

- into line.

- You bet, boss.

We've been a little slow off

the mark, but dumb bums we ain't.

No, dumb bums we ain't.

Hand me a pie.

- Louie, over there in the corner.

- Me, boss?

Why me?

Louie, into the corner.

What did I do?

Nothing, Louie.

You see? Missed.

Okay, Lou. You can sit down.

Even a dumb bum like

Louie is too quick for us.

That's our trouble.

We're behind the times.

I don't get it.

We'll never get back on top

with this kind of hardware.

It's old-fashioned.

In short, we gotta

get that gun.

- Hello.

- Want some information?

- Start gabbin'...

- It's about the splurge gun.

It's at the Hung Fu

Shin laundry company.

Yeah. Okay. Thanks.

We've had a little break.

Who knows the Hung Fu

Shin laundry company?

My friend tells me that's

where they stash the guns.

Get moving!

Not you, Knuckles.

Stay here with me.

Sure, boss.

Hello. What?

I don't believe it.

The whole gang?

Everybody?

That leaves you and

me. We're on our own.

What we gonna do?

Don't do that! How many

times I got to tell you?

Do nothing. Act like

everything was normal.

- What does that mean?

- You can't speak Italian?

No, boss, I'm Jewish.

Then read the translation!

- Hey, Fizzy.

- Hey, Bugsy.

- Still practicing?

- Still practicing.

Suddenly everybody wants

to be in show business.

Hi. Tallulah. I've

come to see Fat Sam.

- Is he in?

- No, he's busy.

- Hi, Bugsy.

- Hi.

Have a drink while you wait.

Yeah, why not?

Go feed the ducks, will you?

Oh, Tallulah.

I said, beat it.

Long time no see.

- You know how it is.

- Yeah.

You used to come see me every night.

- I've been busy.

- Busy doing what?

This and that.

Fizzy, cut the ivory

and hit the shoe leather.

Yes, ma'am.

You're aces, Bugsy.

I always found you special.

Careful, you're racing my mother.

Come on, give a girl a break.

Sure you've got the right fella?

- You're not like those other saps.

- No?

No.

You've got lovely brown eyes.

They'll be black eyes

if Fat Sam catches us.

- How about smearing my lipstick?

- Careful.

If you come any closer,

I'll have to call my lawyer.

So call him.

Blousey.

Blousey.

Blousey.

It's the broad about the audition.

He's busy. Come back tomorrow.

No, no, no.

Hey, honey. I'm all ears.

Be with you in a minute.

Carry on as normal.

Don't let 'em know we're beat.

- Business as usual.

- Right.

- Calm and collected.

- Right.

So they don't know we're

scared. I mean, concerned.

Sure, boss.

I'm feeling fine...

filled with emotions...

stronger than wine...

they give me the notion...

that this strange new feeling...

is something that

you're feeling too.

Matter of fact...

I'm forced to admit it...

caught in the act...

and maybe we've hit it...

this strange new feeling...

is something you're feeling...

Okay, honey. That's enough.

A little contemporary for

me, but very nice. You're hired.

That was great. That

really was. Terrific.

Blousey.

Come back, will you?

What's the use?

I've got to go.

Blousey.

Where is she? Blousey.

Show's going swell.

Just the way I want it to be.

Same number of

drinks, same everything.

They mustn't know

they've got us on the run.

Here, I wanna show you something.

I've sent for someone to

help us out of our predicament.

No ten-cent dummy. A specialist.

A doctor?

Not a doctor, a hoodlum.

I thought we were hoodlums.

Not a dumb bum. This

guy is the real McCoy.

Not Looney Bergonzi!

The Looney Bergonzi?

The very same, mad

as a hatter, Bergonzi.

Best man in Chicago.

Here's what we do.

We meet Dandy Dan.

Looney hides in the back seat.

- You drive.

- Right.

- But I don't drive.

- You what?

You don't drive?

Then we get ourselves a driver.

- Hi, Bugsy.

- Is Blousey there?

- She won't see you.

- Tell her I'm sick.

- You're sick?

- Sick of waiting.

Beat it.

Give a guy a break.

I brought you some flowers.

I'll see Tallulah gets them.

Quit being smart. They're for you.

Five minutes, girls.

- I have to go.

- I was thinking of getting a job.

You don't get paid for

standing in bread lines.

A legit job. We could save

enough money to go to Hollywood.

Believe it when I see it.

- Bugsy, you drive?

- Sure, why?

- Like to earn some green stuff?

- Long as it ain't cabbages.

Step inside. I got

a proposition for you.

Flowers? For me?

How nice.

Put these in water.

Hello?

Who shall I say is

calling? One moment.

- Hello.

- Dandy Dan, is that you?

- This is Dandy Dan speaking.

- I wanna arrange a meeting.

- Sure. Where?

- Outta town.

Agreed. Just you and a driver.

- When?

- Monday. 11 A.M..

Right, I'll be there.

Got him, the knuckle.

Got him, the salami.

Let's go and enjoy the show.

My name is Tallulah...

my first rule of thumb...

I don't say where I'm going,

or where I'm coming from.

I try to leave a little

reputation behind me...

so if you really need to,

you'll know how to find me.

My name is Tallulah...

I live till I die...

I'll take what you give me...

and I won't ask why.

I've made a lot of friends

in exotic places...

I don't remember names...

but I remember faces.

Lonely, you don't

have to be lonely...

come see Tallulah, we can

chase your troubles away.

If you're lonely...

you don't have to be lonely.

When they talk to Tallulah,

you know what they say...

no one south of heaven's

gonna treat you finer...

Tallulah had her training

in North Carolina.

My name is Tallulah...

and soon I'll be gone...

an open invitation

is the road I travel on.

I never say goodbye

because the words upset me.

You may forgive my going...

but you won't forget me.

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