Chicago Page #4

l don't care

about expensive things

Cashmere coats,

diamond rings

Don't mean a thing

All l care about is love

- That's what he's here for

- That's what l'm here for

l don't care

for wearing silk cravats

Ruby studs, satin spats

Don't mean a thing

- All l care about is love

- All he cares about is love

Give me two eyes of blue

Softly saying

''l need you''

Let me see her

standing there

And honest, mister,

l'm a millionaire

l don't care

for any fine attire

Vanderbilt might admire

No, no, not me

- All l care about is love

- All he cares about is love

[ WhistIing ]

Good morning , Iadies.

-Not guiIty!

-You teII 'em , sweetheart.

That's what he's here for

Excuse me, gentIemen .

Miss KeIIy, do you remember

anything about that night?

I passed out compIeteIy.

I can't remember a thing .

OnIy that I didn't do it.

Any idea who did , dear?

No, but my cIient is offering

a substantiaI reward

to anyone with information

about this crime.

How much is the reward ,

Miss KeIIy?

I don't know. How much?

We'II work it out

after the triaI .

If there are no more

questions. . .

Miss KeIIy and I have

work to do.

What's this about a reward?

AwfuIIy dumb, reporters.

They'II write it up wrong .

You deny the whoIe thing Iater.

Thank you .

All he cares about is love

Mr. FIynn , I'm Roxie Hart.

-Who?

-Mama taIked to you about me.

Oh , yeah , right.

The cute one.

I was hoping

that you might represent me.

You got $5,000?

Gee, that's a Iot of money.

Mama didn't say anything

about $5,000.

Lookit, Mr. FIynn ,

I'm not very good at this. . .

but maybe we couId

make some sort of

arrangement between us?

I can be an awfuIIy good sport.

Good , you got that

out of your system .

You mean just one thing to me.

You caII me

when you got $5,000.

All he cares about is love

Show me long raven hair

Flowin' down about to there

When l see her runnin' free

Keep your money,

that's enough for me

l don't care

for drivin' Packard cars

Or smoking long buck cigars

No, no, not me

All l care about

is doin' the guy in

Who's pickin' on you

Twistin' the wrist

that's turnin' the screw

- All he cares about

- All l care about

ls love

Oh , he'II see you now.

WeII , heIIo, Andy.

My name is Amos.

That's right.

Take a seat.

You're a remarkabIe man .

Your wife two-times you . . .

pIugs the guy,

then tries to pin it on you .

Most men wouId Iet

a dame Iike that swing .

But, no, you're sticking by her.

Makes you a hero in my eyes.

That's right.

I'm a hero.

Did you bring the money?

I didn't do as weII as I hoped .

But I wiII , Mr. FIynn .

This is onIy a thousand .

PIus there's $300 I borrowed

from the guys at the garage.

There's $ 7 00 from

the buiIding-and-Ioan fund .

$2 ,000.

And that's aII I got so far.

But I'II give you $20

off my saIary every week.

I'II give you notes with

interest. DoubIe. TripIe.

When you came to me yesterday. . .

I didn't ask if she was

guiIty or innocent.

I didn't ask if she was

a drunk or a dope fiend . No.

I said , ''Do you have $5,000?''

You said yes.

But you don't have $5,000.

I figure you're a dirty Iiar.

I don't waste my time

with dirty Iiars.

Look. I'm reaI sorry,

Mr. FIynn .

On the other hand . . .

your devotion to your wife

is reaIIy very, very touching .

I took your wife's case,

and I'II keep it. . .

because I pIay square.

Now, Iook, Hart. . .

I don't Iike to bIow

my own horn ,

but if Jesus Christ

had Iived in Chicago today

and if he had $5,000

and he'd come to me,

things wouId have

turned out differentIy.

AII right, this is what

we're gonna do.

By the end of the week,

I'm gonna have Roxie's name

on the front page

of every newspaper in town .

''Sweetest IittIe jazz kiIIer

ever to hit Chicago.''

That's the angIe I'm after.

You make an announcement

we're gonna have an auction .

We got to raise money

for her defense.

They'II buy everything

she's ever touched .

Your shoes, your dresses,

your perfume, your underwear.

RO XIE :

And VictroIa records.

Like the one I was pIaying

when I shot the bastard .

BILLY:

I didn't hear that.

Not that I didn't have grounds.

-Hey, what are they?

-That's for triaI .

Nobody's gonna care a Iick

what your defense is

unIess they care about you .

The first thing we do is work up

sympathy from the press.

They're not aII pushovers

Iike Mary Sunshine.

But there's one thing

that they can never resist. . .

and that is a reformed sinner.

So, what was your

favorite subject in schooI?

Oh , I was a reaI dummy.

There must have been something

you were reaIIy good at.

I got high marks

on courtesy and hygiene.

Perfect.

You wanted to be a nun .

A nun?

Where were you born?

On a chicken farm

outside of Lubbock.

Southern home fiIIed with

every Iuxury and refinement.

Where are your parents?

ProbabIy on the front porch

in their rocking chairs.

Parents dead .

FamiIy fortune swept away.

You were educated

at the Sacred Heart.

Then you feII

into a runaway marriage.

Left you miserabIe,

aIone, unhappy.

You got aII swept up

in the mad whirI of the city.

Jazz, cabarets, Iiquor.

You were drawn

Iike a moth to the fIame.

Now the mad whirI has ceased .

You are a butterfIy

crushed on the wheeI .

Which is it? Is it the moth

or the butterfIy?

You have sinned ,

and you are sorry.

God , that's beautifuI .

Cut out God .

Stay where

you're better acquainted .

Kid , when I'm through with you ,

not onIy wiII you be acquitted ,

every man on that jury

wiII want to take you home

to meet his mother.

[ Southern accent ] I was born

on a beautifuI Southern convent.

What?

[ NormaI voice ]

Oh , hoIy sh*t!

I'm never gonna get

this straight.

Pipe down on the swearing .

From here on , you say nothing

rougher than ''Oh , dear.''

Try again .

I was born on a. . .

VELMA:
I came up with more to do

on the witness stand .

I thought I'd get aII teary-eyed

and ask to borrow

your handkerchief.

Then I thought I'd take a peek

at the jury Iike this.

FIash 'em a bit of thigh , huh?

What do you think?

Sounds great.

Don't you want

to hear the rest?

Tomorrow, kiddo.

You're at the top of my Iist.

WeII , weII , weII .

Sorry to be Iate, Mr. FIynn .

Hope you weren't too bored .

I Iike it.

I Iike it.

Hey, PoIIyanna. . .

I heard your press conference

is tomorrow.

Yeah , what's it to you?

WeII , you wanted

my advice, right?

WeII , here it is.

Don't forget

BiIIy FIynn's number-one cIient

is BiIIy FIynn .

Meaning what?

Meaning don't Iet him

hog the spotIight.

You're the one

they pay to see.

We can onIy seII them

one idea at a time.

I can stiII see him coming at me

with that awfuI Iook

in his eyes.

And?

And we both reached

for the gun .

That's right.

You both reached for the gun .

Ready?

Yeah .

-Miss Hart!

-Miss Hart!

Good day, gentIemen .

GentIemen , Miss Sunshine.

My cIient has just entered

a pIea of not guiIty.

We Iook forward to a triaI

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes