Roxie Hart Page #6

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Don't you know what demure means?

- Certainly.

- What?

- What?

- Demure means shy...

timid, modest.

Oh.

His Honor's here, Counselor.

- Now, don't get excited.

- I'm not excited.

Let me look at you.

Turn around.

Here are your flowers.

Now take it easy.

And now, folks, it looks like...

Yes, it is, here she comes now...

Roxie Hart,

that game little sharpshooter.

- Boy!

- Roxie, let's see your kisser.

Hey, Bill, what's with the geraniums?

Okay, here we go.

Open... flash!

That done it.

Darling, we're all for you.

You've got to come through.

Listen. This dame is alone, deserted,

forsaken and forlorn.

Cut out this foolishness

till she's free.

All right, Bill.

Hold it. Open. Flash!

Roxie, will you say a word or two

to America?

Hello, America.

Hello, Ma.

Mrs. Hart and I have nothing to say

except that win or lose...

we expect to play the game

fair and square...

and let the court decide

on the plain, unvarnished facts.

- That's fine.

- That, ladies and gentlemen...

was Roxie Hart and Billy Flynn,

her simple, barefoot mouthpiece.

And now here comes Judge Canton.

Look here. Hold it. Open. Flash!

The honorable court is in session.

Now, folks, the preliminaries are over,

and we have a jury...

a blue-ribbon jury, men of property,

brokers or better...

and they haven't had their eyes

off Roxie since they sat down.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

No, sir, I didn't do it.

Amos Hart, take the stand.

Let's take a shot of this.

Hold it still a minute. Hold it.

Okay. Hold it.

Open. Flash.

That did it.

All right, fellas. Break it up.

Do you swear the testimony you're about to

give is the truth and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Will Your Honor kindly request the jury

to give some small attention...

to the witness during this testimony?

I, uh... Certainly, certainly.

Pay attention to the witness, gentlemen.

- What's your name?

- Amos Hart.

What is your relationship

to the defendant, Roxie Hart?

She used to be my wife.

Mr. Hart, will you tell the court,

in your own words...

what, if anything, happened in the

apartment occupied by you and your ex-wife...

- on the evening of September 5?

- Well, sir...

on the evening of September 5,

I arrived at my home...

1442 South Melrose, apartment six,

from the poolroom where I hang out...

at 1726 South Hoffman Boulevard

at 7:
17 p. m.

And what did you find, Mr. Hart?

I found Mrs. Hart shooting a man.

Hold it! Hold it! Nice, big smile.

All right. That's good.

Everybody, all right, hold it.

Open. Flash! That did it!

All right. Break it up, fellas.

Why don't you sit down right now...

and write a nice, long letter

to Dr. Habakuk Twist...

and tell him about your gallstones.

Tell us the details, Mr. Hart.

Well, sir, I come up the stairs,

and blam!

I heard this pistol shot

in my apartment.

So, I bust in and there she was,

banging away at this Casely fella.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

- Bang?

- No, sir.

Just four bangs and the one I heard

on the stairs. Five bangs altogether.

Well, how do you like that?

Did she speak?

Was she saying anything?

Yes, sir. She kept saying,

"Take that, you cur, and that and that!"

Can you beat it?

I never said "cur" in my life.

Your Honor,

I protest against these interruptions.

The defendant will keep quiet, please.

- Did you say anything?

- Yes, sir.

I said, "Roxie, you ought not

to be shooting that man like that. "

- In other words, you protested.

- Yes, sir.

- And that was about what time?

- 7:
19.

7:
20, wasn't it?

He said 7:
19.

I must insist, Your Honor,

that counsel for the defense...

I am as insistent, Your Honor, that

this witness give a good performance.

- Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

- I resent that implication.

- If the witness needs more rehearsal...

- Take that back!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Your witness.

- When did you file suit for divorce, Mr. Hart?

- October the 15th.

Was there any particular reason

for your filing suit on this exact date?

Well, sir, the papers

came out with a story that...

well, a statement that...

well, there was going

to be a little stranger.

Mr. Hart, is this grounds for divorce?

A little too much of a stranger.

- But they couldn't put anything over on you.

- I'll say they couldn't.

Had your wife apprised you ofher

condition prior to said statement?

- How's that?

- Had your wife told you of this...

- this stranger?

- No, sir. Neither one of them.

Now tell us, Mr. Hart, do you expect

this jury to believe that...

with all due respect to the press...

that our courts would grant you

a divorce merely on a newspaper story?

No, sir. I had a statement

that she'd made and signed herself.

- All about her and this...

- Where did you get the statement?

- From him.

- I protest, Your Honor!

So, the state prosecutor...

gave you a statement

that enabled you to cast aside...

the woman that you had sworn to love

and cherish for better or worse.

And what, Mr. Hart, did you give

the state prosecutor in return?

This is too much!

I resent these infamous allegations!

- A deal was made!

- Take that back!

I repeat, a thieves' bargain was made.

A forged statement!

In exchange

for this man's lying testimony!

Why, you cheap

double-crossing shyster!

No man can call me that and live!

Come on, Mike.

Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it! Open. Flash!

That did it. Break it up, fellas.

Listen, Mr. Flynn. A photo finish

may be good enough for you...

but for me, anything less

than eight lengths is too close!

That's a hanging district attorney

out there.

I tell you, there is no occasion

whatever for alarm.

All we need is one juror, and already

I've got that number-one guy...

that big Irish foreman,

right there.

The worst we can get is a hung jury.

Or a hung Roxie.

That's not good enough.

I've been doing exactly...

whatJake and that agent said...

let you carry the ball.

But I don't like that D.A.

I'm scared of him.

Oh, listen, listen.

Give me time, will you?

Listen, Mr. Flynn. The way I'm

beginning to feel about my neck...

I want you to get a fella in here by

the name of Finnegan... Michael Finnegan.

Get him fast,

'cause we need him and I ain't kiddin'!

- Finnegan? Finnegan?

- Finnegan thejanitor.

Put him on the stand and ask him

who he sold his gun to.

Ask him what Amos said

on that very morning.

- Mr. Flynn!

- Not a chance, buddy!

But it's important, I tell you!

- You can't see anybody now.

- Roxie!

Are you her lover or a newspaperman?

We got the biggest story

of the century in our mitts.

If this dame swings, it'll be a story

you could tell your grandchildren about.

- Why, you ghoul!

- Finnegan could tell him that that very morning...

Roxie, we can't get Finnegan.

Of course you can.

- What do you mean?

- He's dead.

Dead?

Uh-uh, nah, he can't be.

He's dead. He's been dead for two weeks.

We gotta do it my way.

He can't be! He can't do that to me!

I've been depending on him.

He heard him say it. He sold him

the gun. He's the only one who...

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