Bugsy Malone Page #3

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now.

Anyone who feels the rhythm

moving through him...

knows it's gonna do him good...

to let the music...

burst out.

When you feel it, show it,

let the people know it...

let your laughter loose...

till your scream becomes

a love shout.

Going to the speakeasy tomorrow?

Depends. I'm trying my

luck at the Bijoux Theatre.

Lena Marelli's show?

She walked out. They're

changing everything.

How long have you

wanted to be a singer?

I don't want to be just a

singer, I wanna be a movie star...

in Hollywood.

What's so funny?

I don't know.

Time was when people were

happy being railway engineers...

or nurses.

Don't you want to be anybody?

No. I'm happy being me.

What do you do?

Oh, this and that.

- Crooked, huh?

- No, in-between.

What do you do for money?

- I find boxers.

- You do?

I used to fight myself.

You did? How good were you?

- I could've been a contender.

- You could?

Sure, but for a few things.

- Like what?

- Like a glass jaw.

Jelly legs, no stamina.

- And most of all...

- What?

I got scared.

Some contender.

- Want another drink?

- No, I had enough.

Come on.

- Thought you didn't have money?

- I haven't.

- Then how you...?

- Relax.

I'll think of something.

Two more drinks.

Look, pal, the food counter's

closed. the bar's closed.

My eyes are closing.

The whole joints closed.

I didn't want one, anyway.

Hello.

Operator, could you test this

line? I believe we have a fault.

- What number, please?

- Columbus 19785.

- I'll call you right back.

- Thank you.

How much I owe you?

Eight banana boozle specials,

with double ice cream.

Three beef spitfires...

two cream donuts

and a salami special.

Four dollars and 80 cents.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Let me out!

What are you doing? Let me out!

We interrupt commentary

of tonight's ball game...

to bring you a bulletin

on gang warfare.

Police now officially state...

that the new weapon

of foreign manufacture...

known as the splurge gun

is being widely used...

by mobster gangs.

We now go back to...

our reporter, Seymour Scoop.

What's more, it's just not cricket.

There's a Mr. Bronx

Charlie to see you.

I'll be right in. Show them

into the conservatory.

Very good, sir.

Aren't you gonna play no more?

Later, my rose. Later.

Velia, oh Velia...

the witch of the wood...

would I not die for

you if I could.

Velia, oh Velia...

- Next!

- Very nice.

Lovely. Next.

Get off the stage!

Don't give up your day job.

I didn't figure

on this many people.

They all look like

jugglers and magicians.

Don't worry. You got no

competition. You'll walk it.

Hurry up.

Evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm proud to be here.

In fact, I'm lucky to be here.

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