Chicago Page #8

Though you are stiffer

than a girder

They'll let you get away

with murder

Razzle dazzle 'em

And you got a romance

HeIIo, Amos.

Amos.

That's right, Mr. FIynn .

Amos.

Amos, when did you fiIe suit

for divorce?

A month ago.

Was there any reason

at this time?

I'II say.

The newspapers said Roxie

was expecting a IittIe stranger.

That's hardIy grounds

for divorce, is it?

A IittIe too much

of a stranger.

You mean you doubted

the paternity of the chiId .

WeII , sure.

TeII me, Amos.

You share a bed with your wife?

Yes, sir, every night.

And you expect

this jury to beIieve

that you sIept

next to this woman every night

without exercising your rights

as a husband?

WeII , I couId've

if I wanted to.

-Oh , but you didn't.

-No, I did .

-Did what?

-Want to.

-But you didn't.

-Didn't what?

-What you wanted .

-Wait. I'm getting confused .

Did you ever question

Roxie herseIf?

Did you ask her if you were

the father of her chiId?

No, sir.

But if you became convinced

that you were wrong . . .

you'd be man enough to admit it.

You'd take her back

if Roxie swore

that you were the father.

-Which she does.

-She does?

She does! She does!

No more questions!

You can step down now.

WeII done, Andy.

Oh , Roxie, I'm so sorry.

ALL:
Aw!

[ AppIause ]

Give 'em

the old razzle dazzle

Razzle dazzle 'em

Show 'em the first-rate

sorcerer you are

Long as you keep 'em

way off balance

How can they spot

you got no talents?

Razzle dazzle 'em

This is the moment

we've been waiting for.

Roxie Hart

finaIIy takes the stand

in her own defense.

And they'll make you

a star

Order! Order!

Proceed , Mr. FIynn .

Roxie,

I have here a statement

in which you admit to having

iIIicit reIations

with the deceased ,

Fred CaseIy.

Is this true or faIse?

I'm afraid that's true.

You're an honest girI , Roxie.

When did you first meet

Fred CaseIy?

When he soId Amos and me

our furniture.

Your personaI reIationship

with him --

couId you teII the jury

when that began?

When I permitted him

to escort me home one night.

I don't think

I wouId've gone with him

if Mr. Hart and me hadn't

quarreIed that very morning .

-QuarreIed?

-Yes, sir.

WeII , I suppose

it was his fauIt.

Oh , no, sir.

It was my fauIt.

I suppose I just couIdn't stop

pestering him .

Pestering him?

About what?

I didn't Iike him working

those Iong hours at the garage.

I wanted him home with me. . .

to darn his socks

and iron his shirts.

I wanted a reaI home

and a chiId .

So you drifted

into this iIIicit reIationship

because you were unhappy

at home.

Yes. I was most unhappy.

Roxie Hart!

The state has accused you

of the murder of Fred CaseIy!

Are you guiIty or not guiIty?

I'm not guiIty.

I'm not guiIty.

I kiIIed him .

I did , but I'm not a criminaI .

I'm not a criminaI !

Do you recaII

the night of January 1 4th?

CouId you teII the jury,

in your own words,

the happenings of that night?

WeII , when Fred came over,

I toId him my good news.

And what was that?

That me and Amos

were gonna have a baby.

And that it was aII over

between us.

What happened then?

WeII , then . . .

Then . . .

Did he threaten you , Roxie?

Objection , Your Honor.

CounseI is Ieading the witness!

Sustained .

What did CaseIy say

when you toId him the news?

''I'II kiII you before I'II see

you have another man's chiId !''

CouId you teII the audience --

the jury -- what happened next?

WeII , in his passion ,

he tore off my robe. . .

and he threw me on the bed .

And Mr. Hart's pistoI

was Iying there between us.

And then?

We both reached for the gun ,

but I got it first.

Then he came toward me with

this funny Iook in his eyes.

He was angry and wiId !

-WiId !

-WiId !

Did you think

he meant to kiII you?

Oh , yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

So it was his Iife or yours?

And not just mine.

I cIosed my eyes, and I shot!

In defense of your Iife!

To save my husband's

innocent, unborn chiId !

[ AII gasping ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Roxie!

-Order!

What a buII's-eye, huh?

Order in this court!

I'II cIear this court

if necessary.

There's pandemonium

here in the courtroom .

Order! BaiIiff!

Mrs. Hart's behavior

throughout this ordeaI

has been truIy extraordinary.

Yeah , I bet it has.

Opening her eyes,

she fans herseIf

with her attorney's

handkerchief.

-Handkerchief?

-Poor chiId has had no reIief.

She Iooks around bewiIdered ,

seeming to want something .

Oh , it's a gIass of water.

Oh , Mama, that was my bit!

I toId BiIIy I was gonna

do that at my triaI !

But now her eyes

fIutter wiIdIy, and she --

Mrs. Hart has fainted again .

Oh , jeez.

She sIumps over, her chiffon

dress up around her knees,

reveaIing a gIimpse of a bIue

garter with a rhinestone buckIe.

Oh , Mama, she stoIe my garter.

-She stoIe my garter!

-Don't break my radio!

First, the sIob

steaIs my pubIicity.

Then she steaIs my Iawyer,

my triaI date.

Now my goddamn garter!

What do you expect?

These days

you get a IittIe success. . .

and it's good riddance

to the peopIe who put you there.

There ain't no justice

in the worId .

And there ain't nothing

you can do about it.

Nerts to that.

You think I got you up here just

so you can Iisten to my radio?

PeopIe write some

pretty interesting things

when they think

no one's Iooking .

Oh , Mama.

The state

caIIs a rebuttaI witness.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

Left hand on the BibIe,

raise your right hand .

You swear to teII the truth ,

so heIp you God?

And then some.

Have a seat.

WouId you state your name

for the record , pIease?

VeIma KeIIy.

Miss KeIIy,

wiII you pIease teII the court

if the object I am hoIding

is the one

you happened to come upon

in the defendant's jaiI ceII?

Yes, it is.

I submit this as Exhibit ''X.''

Roxie Hart's diary.

I object!

My cIient has never kept

a diary.

And even if she did , this

wouId be invasion of privacy

in vioIation

of the Fourth Amendment

and iIIegaI search

without a warrant.

Yeah .

And she broke the Iock.

[ Laughter, gaveI banging ]

Order! Order!

WeII , that settIes that.

I'II aIIow it.

What's the big deaI?

It's just a bunch of doodIings.

If you wouId read

for us, pIease.

I haven't worked in a whiIe.

''What a Iaugh ,

pIugging Fred CaseIy.

The big baboon had it coming .

I'm just sorry

I onIy got to kiII him once.''

I never wrote that!

You . . .

Hey, she made that up!

-Order! Order!

-She made that up!

PIease, Mr. FIynn ,

get controI of your cIient.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

It won't happen again .

Sit down . Shut up.

It's onIy making it worse.

I have no more questions.

Your witness, Mr. FIynn .

Ladies and gentIemen ,

a tap dance.

Miss KeIIy, did you make a deaI

with Mr. Harrison?

Maybe to drop

aII charges against you

in exchange for testifying?

WeII , sure.

I'm not a compIete idiot.

[ Laughter ]

Good . Good .

Since you gave

such an impressive performance

for Mr. Harrison , maybe

you'd do me the same honor.

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