Chicago Lines

End of “All That Jazz'“

So I, uh, took the gun, Officers, and I, uh, shot him.

I see…and your wife, Roxie Hart, was in no way involved. Is that right?

That’s right, Officers.

Aren’t you the cheerful little murderer?

Murderer? Why just last week the jury thanked a man for killing a burglar.

That’s Chicago for you. Sign right here, Mr Hart.

Freely and gladly. Freely and gladly…

That funny, sunny, honey, hubby of mine.

A man’s got a right to protect his home and his loved ones, right?

Of course he has

I come in from the garage, and I see him coming through the window. With my wife Roxanne there, sleeping, like an angel…like an angel I say…

Name of deceased: Fred Casely

Fred Casely? How could he be a burglar? My wife knows him. He sold us our furniture. He gave us 10% off…

Lord knows he ain’t got the smarts

She lied to me?! She told me he was a burglar!

You mean he was dead when you got home?

She had him covered with a sheet, and she’s telling me some sob story about this burglar and how I ought to say I did it, cause I was sure to get off. Help me Amos, she says, it’s my goddamn hour of need.

Amos, did you hear what he said? Do something! Say something!

Pray…

You see, there’s this lawyer, and he costs five thousand dollars.

A little mistake? Roxie, I’m tired of your fancy talk. The answer is no. I work hard for that money. Working day in and day out so you can live a life of leisure. Always saying to me that one day you’ll make it big in the clubs so I can slow down, but-

I’ve even stolen money from your pants pockets while you were sleeping

What? You did? There’s nothing you won’t take from me.

Not my lil Amos, so manly, and so attractive, so handsome and so strong

But five thousand bucks

It’s my hour of need Amos - heart to heart

Well, okay. I’ll get it for you. My Roxie. I’ll get it. Hope this Flynn guy is worth it

Well, hello Andy

Amos. My name is Amos.

Did you bring the rest of the five thousand dollars?

Well, here’s five hundred on my insurance. And three hundred dollars that I borrowed from the guys at the garage. And seven hundred out of the buildings and loan fund.

That’s two thousand.

And that’s all I got so far.

What about her father?

I phoned him yesterday and he told me he’ll probably be able to raise some money later.

Youre a liar…before he’d spend a cent to get her out of jail.

I’ll pay you twenty dollars a week outta my salary. I’ll give you notes with interest, double, triple, til every cent is paid.

So I figure you’re a dirty liar.

I’m sorry Mr Flynn

Plus we tell ‘em that if by due process of law she gets hanged…

Hanged?!

That’s what I call playing square

I don’t know Mr Flynn…