The Producers Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1967
- 88 min
- 1,905 Views
HE RIPS THE BELT OFF AND HOLDS IT IN THE AIR.
BIALYSTOCK:
I used to have thousands of
investors begging, pleading, to put
their money into a Max Bialystock
production.
HE PICKS UP THE PICTURE ON DESK ('HOLD ME, TOUCH ME') TAKES
IT OVER TO OPEN CABINET FILLED WITH SIMILAR PICTURES.
BIALYSTOCK:
Look at my investors now. Voila!
(gestures at pictures)
Hundreds of little old ladies
stopping off at Max Bialystock's
office to grab a last thrill on the
way to the cemetery.
HE PUTS PICTURE BACK IN ITS PLACE. LOOKS TOWARD BLOOM.
CUT TO BLOOM. HE IS OBVIOUSLY TOUCHED BY THE GREAT MAN'S
DILEMMA.
CUT TO BIALYSTOCK.
14.
BIALYSTOCK:
You have exactly ten seconds to
change that disgusting look of pity
into one of enormous respect. One
... Two ...
CUT TO BLOOM. HE IS REALLY TRYING TO CHANGE HIS EXPRESSION.
CUT TO BIALYSTOCK.
BIALYSTOCK:
Do the books! Do the books!
CUT TO BLOOM. HE IS GREATLY RELIEVED.
BLOOM:
(sighing)
Yes, sir. Thank you.
CUT TO BIALYSTOCK. HE GOES TO WINDOW, LOOKS OUT.
BIALYSTOCK:
(to himself)
Window's so filthy, can't tell if
it's day or night out there.
HE WIPES WINDOW WITH HIS CUFF. LOOKS AT WINDOW. NO GOOD.
LOOKS AT HIS GRIMY CUFF. GRIMACES. FROM HIS DESK HE TAKES
THE REMAINS OF A CARDBOARD CONTAINER OF COFFEE AND SLOSHES
IT AGAINST THE WINDOW. HE WIPES WITH HIS TIE. HE LOOKS
OVER HIS SHOULDER AT BLOOM TO SEE IF HE IS WATCHING. BLOOM
IS WATCHING. THEIR EYES MEET. BLOOM'S EYES RETREAT.
BIALYSTOCK VICTORIOUSLY TURNS AWAY AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW
CAMERA:
SHOT OF STREET. BIALYSTOCK'S POINT OF VIEW. AWHITE ROLLS ROYCE SLOWLY MAKES ITS WAY UP THE BLOCK.
BIALYSTOCK:
(voice over as camera
follows Rolls)
Look at that. A white Rolls Royce.
That's it baby, when you got it,
flaunt it.
BLOOM:
(off screen)
Koff, koff ... ahem, ahem ...
harrumph ...
15.
BIALYSTOCK:
attention. Am I correct in my
assumption, you fish-faced enemy of
the people?
BLOOM IS WOUNDED.
BIALYSTOCK:
I have hurt your feelings.
BLOOM NODS.
BIALYSTOCK:
Good, what is it?
BLOOM:
Sir, may I speak to you for a minute?
BIALYSTOCK:
(looking at his watch)
Go! You have fifty-eight seconds.
BLOOM:
Well, sir, it seems ...
BIALYSTOCK:
(interrupting)
You have forty-eight seconds left.
Hurry. Hurry.
BLOOM:
(speedily)
In looking at your books, I've
discovered that ...
BIALYSTOCK:
(interrupting)
Twenty-eight seconds, hurry, hurry,
you're using up your time.
IN HIS ANXIETY, BLOOM UNCONSCIOUSLY REACHES INTO HIS POCKET
TAKES OUT THE OLD BLUE BLANKET AND NERVOUSLY STROKES HIS
CHEEK WITH IT.
BLOOM:
Mr. Bialystock, I cannot function
under these conditions.
BIALYSTOCK CURIOUSLY EYES THE BLANKET.
BLOOM:
You're making me extremely nervous.
16.
BIALYSTOCK:
What is that? A handkerchief?
BLOOM QUICKLY BEGINS TO PUT AWAY HIS BLUE BLANKET.
BLOOM:
It's nothing ... nothing.
QUICK AS A FLASH, BIALYSTOCK REACHES OVER AND SNATCHES IT
OUT OF BLOOM'S HAND.
BIALYSTOCK:
If it's nothing, why can't I see it?
BLOOM LEAPS UP IN HOT PURSUIT OF HIS BLANKET.
BLOOM:
(shrieking in panic)
My blanket. Give me my blue blanket.
BIALYSTOCK, TAKEN ABACK, HURRIEDLY GIVES THE BLANKET BACK TO
BLOOM.
BIALYSTOCK:
Here, don't panic.
BLOOM:
(clutching his blanket)
I'm sorry ... I don't like people
touching my blue blanket. It's not
important. It's a minor compulsion.
I can deal with it if I want to.
It's just that I've had it ever
since I was a baby and ... and ...
I find it very comforting.
HE KISSES IT AND SHOVES IT INTO HIS POCKET.
BIALYSTOCK:
(to himself)
They come here. They all come here.
How do they find me?
BLOOM:
(recovering his dignity)
Mr. Bialystock ...
BIALYSTOCK:
Yes, Prince Mishkin, what can we do
for you?
17.
BLOOM:
This is hardly a time for levity.
I've discovered a serious error
here in the accounts of your last
play.
BIALYSTOCK MOVES AROUND THE DESK TO EXAMINE THE LEDGER.
BIALYSTOCK:
Where? What?
BLOOM:
According to the backer's list you
raised $60,000. But the show you
produced only cost fifty-eight
thousand. There's two thousand
dollars unaccounted for.
BIALYSTOCK:
I went to a Turkish bath, who cares?
The show was a flop. What
difference does it make?
BLOOM:
It makes a great deal of difference.
That's fraud. If they found out,
you could go to prison.
BIALYSTOCK:
Why should they find out? It's
only two thousand dollars, Bloom,
do me a favor, move a few decimal
points around. You can do it.
You're an accountant. The word
'count' is part of your title.
BLOOM:
(aghast)
But that's cheating!
BIALYSTOCK:
It's not cheating ... It's charity.
Bloom, look at me ... look at me!
I'm drowning. Other men sail
through life. Bialystock has
struck a reef. Bloom, I'm going
under. I am being sunk by a
society that demands success, when
all I can offer is failure. Bloom,
I'm reaching out to you. Don't
send me to jail. Help! Help!
18.
DURING BIALYSTOCK'S LAST SPEECH, BLOOM UNCONSCIOUSLY REACHES
INTO HIS POCKET, TAKES OUT THE BLUE BLANKET AND RUBS IT
ACROSS HIS CHEEK.
BLOOM:
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
BIALYSTOCK:
(faintly)
Help!
BLOOM:
All right. I'll do it. I'll do it.
BIALYSTOCK:
Thank you, Bloom. I knew I could
con you.
BLOOM:
Oh, it's all right ... wha?
BIALYSTOCK:
Nothing. Nothing. Do it. Do it.
BLOOM:
(pouring over the accounts)
Now let's see, two thousand dollars.
That isn't much. I'm sure I can
hide it somewhere. After all, the
department of internal revenue
isn't interested in a show that
flopped.
BIALYSTOCK:
Yes. Right. Good thinking. You
figure it out. I'm tired. I'm
gonna take a little nap.
(crossing to couch)
Wake me if there's a fire.
HE HURLS HIMSELF DOWN ONTO THE COUCH.
CAMERA MOVES IN TO TIGHT SHOT OF BLOOM.
BLOOM:
Now let's see, if we add these
figures, we get ...
CAMERA MOVES INTO CLOSE-UP OF BLOOM'S FINGER SWIFTLY MOVING
DOWN LONG COLUMN OF FIGURES. HE COMES TO THE END AND
IMMEDIATELY WRITHES TOTAL BELOW.
BACK TO TIGHT SHOT OF BLOOM. HE COMPARES PAGES.
19.
BLOOM:
(musing to himself)
Heh, heh, heh, amazing. It's
absolutely amazing. But under the
right circumstances, a producer
could make more money with a flop
than he could with a hit.
QUICK CUT TO BIALYSTOCK'S SLEEPING FACE. HIS EYES POP OPEN.
BLOOM:
Yes. Yes. It's quite possible.
If he were certain the show would
fail, a man could make a fortune.
CUT TO BIALYSTOCK. BY NOW HE IS HALFWAY ACROSS THE ROOM.
HIS WHOLE BEING TINGLING WITH ALERTNESS. HE MOVES TO
BLOOM'S DESK AND HOVERS OVER HIM, WAITING EXPECTANTLY FOR
MORE INFORMATION. BUT BLOOM IS LOST IN HIS WORK, UNAWARE
THAT BIALYSTOCK IS HANGING ON HIS EVERY WORD.
BIALYSTOCK:
Yes???
BLOOM LOOKS UP. HE IS STARTLED TO SEE BIALYSTOCK'S FACE SO
BLOOM:
(at a loss)
Yes, what?
BIALYSTOCK:
What you were saying. Keep talking.
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