Roxie Hart Page #3

---

- On the roof, hiding.

- Excuse me.

- Downstairs. Cover the building.

You come with me.

On the Hart story, a perfectly lovely

situation has developed.

Joe theJerk has now pinned it

on the little woman.

- I want to issue a statement.

- Oh, hold it, Tommy.

You're not going to change

your mind again, I hope.

Why, you liar!

I didn't do it! Let me out ofhere!

Hold it, Tommy,

they're coming through the walls.

Boy, it is Mrs. Hart.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy, will you, honey?

You don't want to damage your defense.

- Nothing doing down here.

- All right. Help the sergeant up here.

- I'll watch the fire escape.

- Okay.

Keep this wire open, Tommy.

Santa Claus is coming.

- Wait till I get my hands on that dirty

double-crosser. - Will you pipe down?

- Double-crossing me...

- Here's your lead. Roxie Hart...

the prettiest woman ever charged

with murder in this county...

has just surrendered

to a representative of the Gazette.

- While the constabulary...

- All you got to do is to sign this.

- The cops are still on the roof.

- Did you hear what he said?

What?

You really think I'm so, uh, pretty,

like you said?

Honey, you are a garden of hollyhocks.

- How old are you, dear?

- Eighteen.

Roxie is 23 and red-headed.

Listen, old boy. Let me get the girl signed

up before those monkeys get back here.

- All right. Hold it, Tommy.

- What's that?

All you got to do, my dear,

is to sign this contract.

What contract?

This is just a blank piece of paper.

- Not even any fine print on it.

- I'll fill that in later.

Cabarets, personal appearance,

everything!

We'll clean up!

Unless, of course, you swing.

What is this...

the insane asylum?

You're beginning to give me the creeps.

You're not gonna swing.

Women don't swing in this county.

And will you stop saying "swing"?

Listen, Roxie.

You are a very lucky girl.

Today you are nobody, and who cares?

Tomorrow money couldn't buy the publicity

you'll have... column after column of it.

Pictures, measurements,

what you eat, what you drink...

how you feel when you get up

in the morning, advice to young girls.

- On the radio.

- Everybody in the country will know you.

They'll fight to see you.

Like when you cross the sidewalk...

from the patrol wagon

to the courtroom door.

They'll want your autograph.

They'll grab your clothes for souvenirs.

They'll wanna kiss you

so they can tell their grandchildren.

A million-dollar production,

and you're the star.

I'm telling you, you'll be right

up there with Peaches Browning...

William Jennings Bryan,

Queen Marie, Ma Ferguson.

- Mutt and Jeff.

- Red Grange, Ruth Snyder...

Aimee Semple McPherson,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes