:39:07
Look...
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l'm really sorry, Mr. Flynn.
:39:12
On the other hand, your devotion
to your wife is really very touching.
:39:17
l'll take your wife's case.
:39:19
And l'll keep it.
Because l play square.
:39:24
Now look, l don't like to blow my
own horn. But believe me.
:39:28
lf Jesus Christ lives in Chicago today
and if he had $5,000 and he come to me,
:39:33
things would have turn out differently.
:39:36
All right, this is what we gonna do.
:39:38
At the end of the week,
:39:39
l'm gonna have Roxie's name at
the front page of every newspapers in town.
:39:41
Sweetest little Jazz killer in Chicago.
:39:45
That's the angle l'm after.
:39:47
You make an announcement,
we're gonna have an auction.
:39:49
Tell them we gotta raise
some money for the defense.
:39:51
They'll buy everything
that she touched. Everything.
:39:54
Your shoes, your dresses,
your perfumes, your underwear.
:39:57
And the trolled records.
:39:58
Like the one l was playing
when l shot the bastard.
:40:01
l didn't hear that.
:40:02
Not that l didn't have ground to
remind you. Hey, what are they?
:40:04
When we go to trial, nobody
is gonna care a lick what your defense is
:40:08
unless they care about you.
:40:10
So first thing we gotta do is work up
some sympathy from the press.
:40:12
And l'll push you like some Mary Sunshine.
:40:14
But there was one thing they can never resist.
:40:17
And that is a reformed sinner.
:40:21
So tell me, what's your
favourite subject in school?
:40:24
There must be something
that you're really good at.
:40:27
l got high marks in courtesy in Hygiene.
:40:29
Perfect, you wanted to be a nun.
:40:32
A nun?
:40:33
When were you born?
:40:34
On a chicken farm outside Lopac.
:40:36
Beautiful setting home,
feel every luxury in refinement.
:40:39
Where're your parents now?
:40:40
Probably on front port on Genre...
:40:42
They're dead. Family fortune swept away.
You're educated as a sacred heart.
:40:47
Then you fell into a runaway marriage.
Left you miserable, alone, unhappy.
:40:51
Of course you got all swept up
in a mad world, the city.
:40:54
Jazz, cabarets, liquors.
You're drawn like a moth to the flame.
:40:58
A moth?
:40:58
Now the man sees