Chicago

[ Introduction to ''Overture/ And AII That Jazz'' pIays ]

5, 6, 7, 8. . .

Anybody seen the KeIIy Sisters?

You . You're up in five.

-Keep the change, CharIie. -Thanks.

VeIma, where you been?

And where's Veronica?

She's not herseIf tonight.

But they paid to see a sister act!

Don't sweat it. I can do it aIone.

Shit!

Come on , VeIma. Move it, move it! Hurry up!

You're kiIIing me, here!

Ladies and gentIemen . . .

the Onyx CIub is proud to present

Chicago's hottest dancing duo.

Two jazz babes moving as one.

The KeIIy Sisters.

Let's go, babe.

But I didn't even meet your friend . That manager guy.

Don't worry, Roxie. It's aII taken care of.

You toId him about me?

Yeah , kid , it's aII arranged .

HeIIo, Miss Borusewicz.

Mrs. Hart.

This is Fred .

He's my brother.

Say it again , Fred .

Oh , you're a star, kid .

My IittIe shootin' star.

Oh , say it again , Fred .

Where's the fire, huh?

Amos ain't home tiII midnight.

Hey, I don't want you to feeI Iike I'm nagging at you ,

but don't you think it's time

I met your friend down at the Onyx?

It's been a month since you toId him about me.

And I know 'cause that was the night

VeIma KeIIy pIugged her husband and her sister.

You know they say that she found 'em in the kip together?

Gosh , if I ever found Amos sIipping it to somebody eIse. . .

I'd throw him a great big going-away party.

It's getting Iate.

I have been thinking a Iot about my act.

Whenever I get a good idea I write it in my diary.

It occurred to me the other day

that aII the reaIIy, reaIIy knockout acts have

something a IittIe different going on .

Like a signature bit.

And I thought that my thing couId be aIoof, you know?

Give 'em just enough to get 'em good and hungry,

but aIways Ieave 'em wantin' more.

Hey, once I get a name for myseIf,

maybe we couId open up a cIub of our own .

You couId run it, and I couId be the headIiner.

What's the idea?

Wake up, kiddo. You ain't never gonna have an act.

Says who?

Face it. You're a two-bit taIent with skinny Iegs.

I'm just a furniture saIesman .

Yeah , but you got connections.

-That guy at the cIub. -There is no guy.

That night. . .

It was the first time I set foot in that joint.

I was coIIecting on a bet from the trombone pIayer.

So you never toId anyone about me?

Sugar, you were hot stuff.

I wouId have said anything to get a piece of that.

And now? Now?

We had some Iaughs. Let's just Ieave it at that.

You can't do this to me.

WouId you get off?

You touch me again , I'II put your Iights out!

-Wait. -Your husband wiII be home soon .

Wash yourseIf before hitting those sheets again .

You're a Iiar, Fred .

Yeah , yeah , so what?

You Iied to me.

That's Iife, sweetheart. That's Iife.

You son of a bitch ! You son of a bitch !

You're a son of a bitch !

Why you bothering , SaI? This one's aII wrapped up.

It's a new city record .

From kiIIin' to confession in an hour fIat.

Where did you get the murder weapon?

I keep a gun in the underwear drawer.

Just in case of troubIe.

That's just fine. Sign right there, Mr. Hart.

FreeIy and gIadIy.

Don't say we beat it out of you when you get on the stand .

No, I gave myseIf up. Surrendered of my own free wiII .

Isn't he the cheerfuI murderer?

Shootin' a burgIar ain't murder.

Just Iast week, a jury thanked a man .

I'm gratefuI for citizens who know the Iaw.

Get in there.

You too.

Sit down .

Okay. From the top.

A man's got a right to protect his home and Ioved ones, right?

Of course he has.

I come home from the garage,

and I see him cIimbing through the window

with my wife, Roxie, Iaying there,

sIeeping Iike an angeI .

That true, Mrs. Hart?

It's the God's honest truth .

My wife had nothing to do with it.

She wouIdn't hurt a worm , not even a worm .

It wasn't tiII I fired the first shot

she even opened her eyes.

I aIways said she couId sIeep

through the St. Paddy's Day Parade.

When I think of what wouId have happened

if I went out for a beer instead of coming home.

It makes you sick even thinking about it.

For her first number, Miss Roxie Hart

wouId Iike to sing a song of Iove and devotion

dedicated to her dear husband , Amos.

After I shot him , he kept coming at me,

so I had to puII the trigger again .