Bugsy Malone Page #6

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Get moving!

Not you, Knuckles.

Stay here with me.

Sure, boss.

Hello. What?

I don't believe it.

The whole gang?

Everybody?

That leaves you and

me. We're on our own.

What we gonna do?

Don't do that! How many

times I got to tell you?

Do nothing. Act like

everything was normal.

- What does that mean?

- You can't speak Italian?

No, boss, I'm Jewish.

Then read the translation!

- Hey, Fizzy.

- Hey, Bugsy.

- Still practicing?

- Still practicing.

Suddenly everybody wants

to be in show business.

Hi. Tallulah. I've

come to see Fat Sam.

- Is he in?

- No, he's busy.

- Hi, Bugsy.

- Hi.

Have a drink while you wait.

Yeah, why not?

Go feed the ducks, will you?

Oh, Tallulah.

I said, beat it.

Long time no see.

- You know how it is.

- Yeah.

You used to come see me every night.

- I've been busy.

- Busy doing what?

This and that.

Fizzy, cut the ivory

and hit the shoe leather.

Yes, ma'am.

You're aces, Bugsy.

I always found you special.

Careful, you're racing my mother.

Come on, give a girl a break.

Sure you've got the right fella?

- You're not like those other saps.

- No?

No.

You've got lovely brown eyes.

They'll be black eyes

if Fat Sam catches us.

- How about smearing my lipstick?

- Careful.

If you come any closer,

I'll have to call my lawyer.

So call him.

Blousey.

Blousey.

Blousey.

It's the broad about the audition.

He's busy. Come back tomorrow.

No, no, no.

Hey, honey. I'm all ears.

Be with you in a minute.

Carry on as normal.

Don't let 'em know we're beat.

- Business as usual.

- Right.

- Calm and collected.

- Right.

So they don't know we're

scared. I mean, concerned.

Sure, boss.

I'm feeling fine...

filled with emotions...

stronger than wine...

they give me the notion...

that this strange new feeling...

is something that

you're feeling too.

Matter of fact...

I'm forced to admit it...

caught in the act...

and maybe we've hit it...

this strange new feeling...

is something you're feeling...

Okay, honey. That's enough.

A little contemporary for

me, but very nice. You're hired.

That was great. That

really was. Terrific.

Blousey.

Come back, will you?

What's the use?

I've got to go.

Blousey.

Where is she? Blousey.

Show's going swell.

Just the way I want it to be.

Same number of

drinks, same everything.

They mustn't know

they've got us on the run.

Here, I wanna show you something.

I've sent for someone to

help us out of our predicament.

No ten-cent dummy. A specialist.

A doctor?

Not a doctor, a hoodlum.

I thought we were hoodlums.

Not a dumb bum. This

guy is the real McCoy.

Not Looney Bergonzi!

The Looney Bergonzi?

The very same, mad

as a hatter, Bergonzi.

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