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[A couple is seen running from a booming nightclub to an apartment building; they can barely keep their hands off each other as they enter the doorway. They giggle and kiss, sharing a flask of what is assumed alcohol as they finally enter their apartment. Cue some very rough, very graphic sex. Stockings tear, shirts rip, yes folks, this is how they do it in swinging 20s.]
Say it again, Fred... [The woman heaves between strokes.]
I've got a star, kid, a r-real star.
[She grins.] Say it again-- [But he doesn't take as well this time. He shifts off her, moves off the bed and off toward the bathroom. Breathless, she sits up.] Where's the fire? Amos ain't home until midnight... [He says nothing, just gives her a disapproving look. More vulnerably, she calls again.] Freddy... Fred?
[Still nothing. She shifts and turns on the light, lifts and pulls her teddy back around down her thighs. As if to change the subject:] Hey, I don't want you to think I'm nagging at you or anything but don't you think it's about time I met your friend down at the Onyx? [Still nothing] I mean it's been about a month since you told him about me [She winds up the record player.] I remember cause that's the night Velma Kelly plugged her husband and her sister. [Still nothing, though it seems she's content to talk.] You know they say they found them in the kip together? Man, if I found Amos slipping it to someone else, boy, I'd throw him a party. ['Fred' emerges from the bathroom and she grins, reaching for his hips] A great big going away party~
It's getting late. [Fred comments, brushing her off, but she continues.] I have been thinking about my songs, I write them down in my diary before they go out of my head. [He's only marginally paying attention and sits to pull on his shoes. She moves to sit behind him, running her hands up his back.] And you know, I was thinking about it and all the really knock up acts have something special about them [She kisses his shoulder] Like, you know [Again] A signature bit [She moves away, cupping his face to get his attention] I think my thing could be like [Her hands spread] Aloof, you know?
[He begins to rise as she bares her shoulders] Give them just enough to keep 'em hungry but keep 'em wanting more. [He moves away, begins pulling his shirt back on. She follows, wanting his attention.] And hey, maybe when I get a name for myself, we can ... open a club up, yeah? You could run it and I [she puts her hands on his hips] Could be the headliner-- [he shoves her back against the wardrobe but it was not with the same playful affection as before. Her smile drops.]
What's the idea?
Wake up kiddo, you ain't never gonna have an act.
[She is shocked by this.] Says who?
Face it, Roxie, you're a two bit talent with skinny legs. I'm just a furniture salesman.
[Desperately, she goes to him.] Yeah, but you've got connections, that guy at the club--
[He ignores her] There is no guy.
Yeah, but that night at the club--
First time I set foot in that joint; I was collecting a bet from the trombone player.
[Vulnerably, she watches him, her voice low and timid.] S-so you never told anyone about me?
Sugar, you were
hot stuff, I would've said
anything to get a piece of that. [He grabs her ass, she pushes him off.]
And now?
Now?
We had some laughs, lets just leave it at that.
Fred... Fred [She laughs, disbelieving, and goes to him again, reaching for his sides] You can't do this to me...
Get off [He growls and shoves her again but it is enough force to bounce her off the wall and she slides to the floor. Her mouth is open with disbelief. He shouts, angrily:] You touch me again, I'll put your lights out! [She starts sobbing and he just walks away] Why don't you go wash yourself up, before you're husband gets home and you hit those sheets again.
You're a liar, Fred!
Yeah, so what? That's life sweet heart. [He turns, and she's wielding a small handgun]
You're a son of a bitch! [She shoots, once, he falters, again, and again. It takes her a moment but she realizes what she's done and that her dream of becoming a performer has inevitably been stunted by this.]
----
[It breaks to the police searching the apartment, taking pictures, looking for clues and Amos, Roxie's Husband, confessing to shooting him-- he doesn't know who it is, as she's thrown a sheet over his body, but he knows Roxie would be eaten alive in prison so he's given himself up. The police are baffled by this, but they claim he was a robber. He begins retelling the tale of what happened for the police while Roxie waits, listens, white faced.]
( [End video, cue voice-- Roxie singing )[cue roxie being carted off to jail with a 'hanging' sentence looming over her head. It's the beginning of the end, my friends]
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