Roxie Hart Page #8

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I knocked it out of his hand. It fell

on the floor and we both grabbed for it.

- We both grabbed for it.

- Yes?

I got it,

and then he started for me.

I can see him now with that

awful look in his eye. A wild look.

What kind of a look? Describe it

to the audience, uh, to the jury.

Oh, it was terrible...

angry, like a crazy man.

- Did you think he might kill you?

- Oh, yes, sir.

- I know if once he got that gun...

- It was his life or yours.

Oh, yes, sir.

But he still kept comin' toward me.

On and on with that awful look,

that wild look.

- And then I shut my eyes.

- Go on, Roxie.

- And then I fired.

- In defense of your life!

My life, yes.

But not just mine.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

All right. Get in a little closer.

All right, everybody. Hold it! Open!

Flash! That did it. Break it up, fellas.

Do you suffer from spots

before the eyes?

Now, here's where you weep.

You may take her life, gentlemen,

as the state asks.

But that won't bring Casely back.

Hmm.

That's always news to a jury.

- And for what purpose,

to protect society?

Well, weep you fool!

Open your mouth.

Give me that gum.

Give me that gum!

- You may take her life,

gentlemen, as the state asks,

But that won't bring Casely back.

- And for what purpose,

to protect society?

Do you fear that weeping girl?

- Do you?

- No.

- Do you?

- No.

For her reformation?

She learned her lesson, gentlemen...

in those dark hours, alone in her cell.

For punishment?

Great heavens, gentlemen.

Hasn't she been punished enough? No.

None of these. But to satisfy

the greedy ambition of the prosecution.

Prosecution? No.

Persecution!

You are asked for a life, gentlemen...

by one who would climb to fame

on dead bodies.

We cannot give her happiness now.

It is too late for that.

Betrayed, crushed...

we can only let her pick up the broken

fragments of her life... the tangled threads.

We can give her another chance.

Quiet.

Gentlemen,

if you convict this delicate child...

it would be

like taking these fragile flowers...

and crushing them

into dead and broken blossoms.

No! No! Oh, no!

Oh, no...

Stand back, gentlemen!

- The defense rests, Your Honor.

- Hold it!

Hold it, Bill!

That's fine! A little this way!

That's right, Bill!

All right now. Everybody, hold it!

Open! Flash! That did it!

They're ready, boys.

They're ready, boys.

Boy!

The defendant please rise.

"We, thejury, find the defendant... "

Heya, Roxie Hart...

Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you...

all of my dear, dear friends.

If a man jumps into your home, you got

a right to protect your home, haven't ya?

- Sure! Sure!

- All I know is, the judge said bring you in.

- You tell him all about it.

- But if you find a man in your home...

you got a right

to do something about it!

Jake! Jake! Hey, wait a minute, Jake!

I'm sorry, kid.

It's all over!

You're yesterday's news!

- Did you shoot Casely?

- Yes, but I couldn't...

Then have no fear. Justice will prevail

if we have to take your case...

to the Supreme Court.

Of the United States.

The whole thing is persecution.

A deal was made!

Open! Flash! That did it!

Well, for cryin' out loud.

Oh, Roxie,

I can't tell you how happy I am.

They never even let me thank 'em.

When they didn't come in for so long...

Oh, darling...

You're free now, you know.

We can go out, have dinner together...

see a show, be together,

dance together...

Mrs. Hart,

I just want to congratulate you.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- I don't want too be too forward...

but could I give you a lift somewhere

in my Packard?

- Packard?

- Roxie.

What a dame.

What a dame!

So that was Roxie, gents,

and the bad old days.

Drink her down.

The bad old days.

What a dame.

- Hey, Homer.

- Okay.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Thanks a lot.

- Roxie Hart.

- And thank you too.

- What a dame.

- Good night to you, Mr. O'Malley.

- Good night.

- You still got that Packard?

- No.

- Gone, huh?

- 1929, and everything with it.

Gee, that's too bad.

Awful.

A nice big car like that.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Much obliged.

- The wife sore?

- Well, you said you'd pick her up two hours ago, you know.

Did I?

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Good evening, Mrs. Howard.

Hand Ritchie right over here.

Here.

- Darling.

- Yes, dear.

I got some news for ya.

We're gonna have to

have a bigger car next year.

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