Roxie Hart

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All right, break it up.

Get back. Get moving.

What happened?

All right, move along.

Make mine a scotch and soda, double.

What about you?

- I'll have a root beer.

- Root beer?

Well, it's your liver, my friend.

Night desk?

About that shooting...

the guy that was shot,

his name is Leonard Moss.

M- O- double "S."

As in "Sam," yeah.

Hold it.

Let's have another, same thing.

He was in a crap game.

Uh, hold it.

- Hey, you all right?

- I just never saw a stiff before.

No? Well, I always thought

newspaper reporters...

This is my first day at it.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Ernie wants us to stick around awhile

just in case.

- You all right?

- I'm all right.

It's probably that stuff you're

drinking. How about bringing that bottle?

- All right.

- Another thing you've got to remember about newspaper work...

The public always expects a newspaperman

to do a lot of drinking...

and so you mustn't ever

let the public down.

- You think this story will make the front page?

- Be lucky to get in at all.

One dice hustler

shoots another dice hustler. So what?

They don't seem to have the murders

these days like they used to.

Different class of people, I guess.

What's the matter with this crate?

That thing ain't worked in 10 years.

L- I don't suppose

there's any connection...

but we haven't had a real good

juicy murder story in this town...

since the Democrats

got hold of the country.

Back under the Republicans...

Well, how do you like that?

Ten years?

That's more like 15.

Yeah.

# Mine in May, His in June #

# She forgot mighty soon #

1927. Remember that?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

#There they go in their joy #

# Happy girl, lucky boy #

#And here am I #

# Brokenhearted ##

That's what I mean. That's the song

they sang for Roxie Hart.

- And was that a story.

- What was?

Roxie.

- Customers.

- All right. I'll get 'em.

I'll get 'em. Hello, boys.

Charge your glasses, gentlemen.

To Roxie Hart...

the prettiest woman

ever tried for murder in Cook County.

Okay, partner.

To Roxie Hart.

To Roxie Hart.

Well, what about her?

- You remember that story?

- Yeah, some of it.

1926, '27, '28...

the bad old days when everything went

and everything was big...

big money, big crooks, big murders,

big stories.

- "Keep cool with Coolidge. "

"Keep cockeyed with Capone. "

"Keep daffy with Daddy Browning. "

This seems to call for a spot of music,

and serve everybody a round on me.

What about Roxie Hart?

Roxie Hart, the Teapot Dome,

The 18th Amendment,

the Monkey Trial, Carl Wanderer...

Texas Guinan, Mayor Thompson.

#The black bottom #

# Black bottom #

Hall-Mills, Judd Gray and Ruth Snyder.

I wanna hear what you got to say

about Roxie Hart.

Why not?

That was the best of them all.

That was all of them rolled into one...

15 years ago...

and I remember it like it was yesterday.

That first flash of a shooting.

The police?

This is Finnegan...

the janitor at 1442 South Melrose.

Somebody just shot somebody

in apartment six!

And I make this statement voluntarily...

and of my own free will.

Freely and gladly.

I fired five shots into the man...

- Smack into him.

- Killing him instantly.

Like a dog.

- Cheerful little assassin.

- Assassin?

Is it assassination to shoot a burglar?

What would you do if you came home and

found somebody banging on the bedroom door?

- Check on the wife.

- But she wasn't here, I tell you.

Wasn't nobody here.

I come home from the poolroom and...

You know,

I'm the best snooker player down there.

- Yeah. And as I go...

- Come on. Come on. Sign it.

He ain't tryin' the case.

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