Bugsy Malone Page #4

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Because as I was coming here...

- How do I look?

- Fine.

- I look terrible.

- Believe me, you look swell.

- Honest?

- Honest.

- Cross your heart?

- Cross my heart. Beautiful.

Next.

Once I built a railroad...

Not that old chestnut.

Get him off. Next.

Good evening.

Suppose you're

wondering why we're here.

You bet.

Next.

Not one rabbit...

not two rabbits...

but three rabbits.

Next, next.

Next.

Yeah, great. Okay.

Next one there, please.

Give me your things.

Come on, come on.

Blousey Brown, singer.

Oh, nice face.

Great face, could

do a lot with that.

Oscar.

Oscar.

Oscar.

I'm back. I'll give

you one more chance.

Lena, you've come back to me.

I'll give you one more chance.

Otherwise, I'm out for

good. Out, out, out!

I won't be humiliated.

I'm the star and I

should be treated like one.

Hit it, Joe.

Show business,

it's in my veins...

gotta keep singing

that old refrain...

I thrill to all those tunes

that make me wanna dance...

Cheer up. There's

a million other jobs.

Sure, standing on the

corner asking for dimes.

It's only a matter of time.

I've walked the streets for

months, and the only fancy steps...

I've been doing is avoiding

the rent collector.

Takes time to be a movie star.

We could come back tomorrow.

Come back tomorrow? I spend

my whole life doing that.

Knock it off. Cool down.

I will not cool down.

Don't be stupid.

Will you be quiet up there?

I'm rehearsing.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

There's always Fat Sam's place.

- He won't see me.

- I'll talk to him.

- You know him?

- Know him? We're like that.

You're good friends?

No, but when I see him I cross my

fingers that he won't hit me.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You're too good for this show.

- Why don't we try Fat Sam's?

- Yeah.

You gotta be kidding...

that show business is my business...

- Hi, boys.

- Hi, boss.

Relax, relax, will you?

I'd like to take the opportunity

to thank you for your work.

Everything's gone so well.

Thanks, boss.

Thanks, boss.

Fat Sam must've had quite a shock.

- Quite a shock.

- Thanks, boss.

- Thanks, boss.

- Thanks.

Thanks, boss.

Laughing boy.

Yonkers. Shoulders.

Bronx Charlie. Benny Lee.

Any moment now Fat Sam will be...

crawling on his knees to me.

On his knees.

- Where's my flower, boss?

- Yes...

soon all Fat Sam will have

is the suit he stands up in...

and a suitcase full of memories.

I don't have a flower, boss.

What did I do?

You googed, Doodle.

You dropped the gun.

And I don't allow mistakes.

'Cause they put us in the caboose.

- And Sing Sing ain't my style.

- No, boss.

Not that. Anything but that.

I didn't mean to drop it.

It slipped outta my hands.

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