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Sammy is running. He runs into a Soho strip shop, where as compere and comic he dishes the dirt to the usual dirty old men ("We take you now to the Garden of Allah-in case you'd like to do a bit of planting"). Then he runs off the stage and up to his flat, where he makes a few fast phone calls and moves a shipment of bootleg bellywash. Then he runs back to the skin parlor for the second show ("This old slag takes care of her health...
Sammy, as Newley sees him, is not really a figure of fun. Take him out of Soho, he is any little man in any big city. Like a mechanical rabbit, he runs eternally from an economy that is always catching up with him toward a security that never quite arrives. Unlike a mechanical rabbit, he is terrified. Yet in his terror he finds the nobility to hope. In his terror, as a matter of fact, he finds the unmitigated gall to hope against hope that the people who see him running around in circles will think he is a wheel...
Vickie was clearly the prosecution's strongest witness until beautiful, blonde Sylvia Parker flew dramatically back from Italy to declare that Vickie's testimony was "a load of rubbish." The ex-mistress of a murdered Soho mobster, Sylvia testified that she had been living in Ward's apartment during the time when Vickie Barrett claimed to have been using it for assignations, and had never seen the prostitute there...
More likely they will traipse off to the Neptune, a tiny Soho seafood house operated without frills by Sam Abrahams, who formerly peddled jellied eels from an East End pushcart. The first time a bunch of budget Baedekers swarmed into his place, Sam "couldn't understand where all the Americans came from." Today, however, Sam is well aware that nearly all of his Stateside customers brandish a $1.95 paperback tome titled Europe...
Christine eventually took a job in a London dress house. At a small Soho cafe called The Zodiac, she met a Spanish waiter named Carlo, began spending weekends with him at his seedy Soho boardinghouse. Then a girl friend introduced her to a U.S. Air Force sergeant. "Night after night we whooped it up with the Yanks," recalls the friend. "They were twelve very gay months." But Christine got pregnant, gave birth prematurely to a son she called Peter. The infant died six days later. Christine was just...