Roxie Hart Page #2

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What do you want me to do,

say I shot him when I didn't?

- Oh, no, you're not. Come here.

- Let me go.

Cut it out, will you?

You do that again, I'll break your arm.

No, uh, uh, uh!

No more billy goats either.

Oh, please let me go. I didn't do it.

I swear I didn't. He shot him!

But why did he shoot him?

Because he busted in and caught you.

He didn't have to bust in.

The door was open.

Oh, mercy me. Mercy me.

Bring the body back in the parlor.

- We gotta get outta here.

- Oh, no! Cut it out. Look, honey.

You and me is gonna

have a nice little talk.

Look, honeysuckle,

you get right in there...

and Daddy will be back

in just a few minutes.

We met this gentleman downstairs.

He says he knows the stiff.

Who are you?

E. Clay Benham at your service...

of Benham and Casely,

theatrical booking agents.

That is... or that was my partner,

the late Mr. Casely.

I don't want to seem crude, but I'd like somebody

to make up their mind about these remains.

He wasn't no midget, remember.

You positively identify this man?

- Gladly. That is, naturally.

- Take it away.

Just ring twice anytime.

Service with a smile.

- What do you know about this?

- Very little, I'm afraid.

- I didn't even know that Roxie was married.

- Roxie?

Mrs. Hart. She was a client of ours

in a way of speaking.

- We weren't able to place her.

- What particular talent was she peddling?

She described herself, I believe,

as a dancer.

I don't believe it.

She wouldn't lie to me like that.

She was here washing the dishes

all the time.

My dear fellow, it's a matter of record.

She's been on Mr. Casely's doorstep for weeks.

Only this afternoon,

she insisted on another audition.

And she told me

she'd never seen him before.

Never seen him before in her life!

A complete stranger!

She, uh, liked Mr. Casely?

Well, let us say, rather,

that Mrs. Hart was ambitious and female.

- A coquette.

- The word is nicely chosen.

Mr. Casely was responsive to her appeal?

Fred was a man who was always sensitive

to a well-turned ankle.

A wolf?

De mortuis nil nisi bonum.

- Yeah. A wolf.

- But why?

- Is Roxie the one that plugged him?

- She is!

Why should I try to protect her?

What should I take the rap

when all the time she was lying to me?

I bring her to Chicago, I get her a job

and this is what she does to me.

I wasn't even in the room.

I was coming up them stairs

when "bang, bang, bang. "

There she was with the rod in her hand

and him folding up right there.

Well! Well, this is

a little more like it!

And all the time,

I'm trying to believe her.

I'm trying to make myself believe her

because I wanted to believe her.

- Where is she now?

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