The Producers Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1967
- 88 min
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BIALYSTOCK:
Avanti!
BLOOM GRACIOUSLY COMPLIES. THEY EXIT.
CUT TO EXTERIOR. ENTRANCE OF BIALYSTOCK'S OFFICE BUILDING.
THE DOOR OPENS. IT IS HELD BY BIALYSTOCK. BLOOM EXITS
BUILDING INTO STREET.
BLOOM:
(to Bialystock, who
is holding door)
Thank you.
BIALYSTOCK:
Je vous empris.
THEY TURN UP 45TH STREET AND HEAD TOWARD BROADWAY.
BIALYSTOCK REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND COUNTS HIS MONEY. HE
LOOKS WORRIED. SUDDENLY HIS FACE BRIGHTENS.
WE SEE WHAT BIALYSTOCK SEES.
CUT TO MURRAY THE BLINDMAN WORKING 45TH STREET.
CAMERA BACK TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM.
BIALYSTOCK DROPS A STEP BEHIND, QUICKLY TAKES OFF HIS HAT
AND FLINGS IT THROUGH THE AIR.
BIALYSTOCK:
(pointing to his hat)
My hat.
BLOOM:
I'll get it.
27.
BIALYSTOCK DETOURS SLIGHTLY TOWARD MURRAY THE BLINDMAN, WHO
WEARS A LARGE CARDBOARD SIGN WITH THE LEGEND: "MURRAY THE
BLINDMAN. YOU CAN SEE. I CAN'T. GIVE!" INSCRIBED ON IT.
BIALYSTOCK REACHES DOWN INTO HIS CUP AND GRABS A FIST FULL
OF COINS.
BIALYSTOCK:
Murray, I'm going to lunch. I took
two dollars.
MURRAY THE BLINDMAN
Okay, Bialy, that makes six eighty
you owe me.
BIALYSTOCK:
I know. Don't worry. You'll get
it. You'll get it.
MURRAY THE BLINDMAN
(tapping his way along)
Well, don't forget about it. I
need it. Nobody understands. I'm
competing with giants. The Greater
New York Fund. The March of Dimes.
The Community Chest. They're
driving me out of business.
BLOOM COMES DASHING BACK WITH HAT IN HAND.
BLOOM:
(out of breath)
I got it, Mr. Bialystock.
HE PROFFERS HAT TO BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK TAKES IT.
BIALYSTOCK:
Thank you, Leo. And call me Max.
You know, I don't let everybody
call me Max. It's only people I
really like.
BLOOM:
(trying it on)
Okay ... Max! And you can call me
Leo.
BIALYSTOCK:
I already have. Come on.
BLOOM:
Oh.
28.
BIALYSTOCK:
Where would you like to eat?
BLOOM:
Well, Max, I don't know, Max. What
do you think, Max?
BIALYSTOCK QUIETLY WINCES AT THE SURFEIT OF MAX.
BIALYSTOCK:
Let me see ... it's such a beautiful
day. Why waste it indoors. I've
got it! Let's go to Coney Island!
We'll lunch at the sea shore.
BLOOM:
Coney Island??
BIALYSTOCK:
What's the matter, Leo? Don't you
like Coney Island?
BLOOM:
I ... I love it. I haven't been
there since I was a kid. But it's
nearly two o'clock. I really
should be getting back to Whitehall
and Marks.
BIALYSTOCK:
Nonsense! As far as Whitehall and
Marks are concerned, you're working
with Bialystock, right?
BLOOM:
Right.
BIALYSTOCK:
Then stick with Bialystock!
SWISH PAN CUT TO CONEY ISLAND.
FAR SHOT OF BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM AMIDST THE CROWD AT A
CUSTARD STAND.
BIALYSTOCK:
(to Custard Man)
We'll have another round.
CUSTARD MAN:
What kind now, sports?
29.
BIALYSTOCK:
What kind now, Leo?
BLOOM:
(he's loosening up)
I don't know. Let's see. We've
had chocolate, vanilla, banana -
let's go green.
BIALYSTOCK:
(to Custard Man)
Two pistachios, my good man.
CUSTARD MAN:
I'm not your good man, I happen to
own this establishment.
(he turns to fill the order)
BIALYSTOCK:
Everybody's a big shot.
(turns to Bloom)
Well, Leo, are you having a good
time?
BLOOM:
I don't know. I think so. I feel
very strange.
BIALYSTOCK:
Maybe you're happy.
BLOOM:
Yes. That's it. Happy. Well,
whatta ya think of that. Happy.
QUICK DISSOLVE TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ON THE WHIP (A CONEY
ISLAND RIDE). THEY ARE TIGHTLY SQUEEZED INTO ONE OF THE
MOVING SEATS. THEY ARE BETWEEN "WHIPS".
BLOOM:
(licking his pistachio
custard. He is ecstatic)
I love it. I love it. Get set.
BIALYSTOCK:
(working, relentlessly
working on Bloom)
Bloom, it can always be like this.
Life can be beautiful. Let me show
you. Stick with ...
30.
BIALYSTOCK:
Bialysto-o-o-o-ckk.
QUICK DISSOLVE TO BARKER SELLING TICKETS IN FRONT OF TUNNEL
OF LOVE. MEDIUM SHOT OF EXIT. A LITTLE BOAT COMES OUT. IN
IT ARE A MAN AND A WOMAN EMBRACING. IT IS FOLLOWED BY
ANOTHER. IN IT THERE IS A SAILOR KISSING A GIRL. BOAT
NUMBER THREE COMES OUT. IN IT ARE BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM.
CLOSE IN TO A TIGHT TWO SHOT. BLOOM IS MESMERIZED.
BIALYSTOCK SPEAKS IN A SOFT, ENCHANTING TONE.
BIALYSTOCK:
Money is honey. Money is honey.
Money can put soft things next to
your skin. Silk ... satin ... women.
CLOSE-UP OF BLOOM'S EYES. THEY WIDEN ON THE WORD "WOMEN."
QUICK DISSOLVE TO PARACHUTE JUMP. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ARE
SEATED IN A LITTLE GONDOLA THAT SWINGS BENEATH A HUGE
PARACHUTE. THEY ARE BUCKLING THEMSELVES IN.
BLOOM:
But if we're caught, we'll go to
prison.
BIALYSTOCK:
(sensing victory, he
marshals his forces
for the final assault)
You think you're not in prison now?
Living in a grey little room.
Going to a grey little job. Leading
a grey little life.
BLOOM:
You're right. You're absolutely
right. I'm a nothing. I spend my
money -- people I'm smarter than,
better than. Where's my share?
Where's Leo Bloom's share? I want,
I want, I want, I want everything
I've ever seen in the movies!
THE PARACHUTE BEGINS TO ASCEND. WE FOLLOW.
BLOOM:
(coming out of it)
Hey, we're going up.
31.
BIALYSTOCK:
You bet your boots, Leo. It's
Bialystock and Bloom -- on the rise.
Upward and onward. Say, you'll
join me. Nothing can stop us.
BIALYSTOCK OFFERS HIS HAND TO BLOOM.
BLOOM:
(shouting at the top
of his lungs)
I'll do it! By God, I'll do it!
BLOOM GRABS BIALYSTOCK'S HAND AND SHAKES IT FIRMLY.
BIALYSTOCK:
This is where we belong, Leo. On
top of the world. Top of the world!
THEY HIT THE TOP. THE PARACHUTE IS RELEASED, THEY QUICKLY
PLUMMET DOWN.
BIALYSTOCK:
Oiiiiiii!!!
BLOOM:
Ohhhhhhhh!!!
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM DROP OUT OF FRAME.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO BIALYSTOCK'S OFFICE. NIGHT. OVERHEAD SHOT.
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ARE BATHED IN A SMALL POOL OF
CONCENTRATED LIGHT. THEY ARE DOWN TO THEIR SHIRT SLEEVES.
THEY ARE FEVERISHLY READING PLAY MANUSCRIPTS. ALL ABOUT
THEM ARE STREWN COFFEE CONTAINERS, SOME EMPTY, SOME HALF-
FILLED. THERE IS A HUGE PILE OF DISCARDED SCRIPTS ON THE
FLOOR.
CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF LEO BLOOM AS HE READS SCRIPT. HE LOOKS
UP, PUSHES HIS GLASSES BACK AND MASSAGES THE BRIDGE OF HIS
NOSE.
BLOOM:
Max, let's call it a night. It's
two in the morning. I don't know
what I'm reading anymore.
BIALYSTOCK:
Read, read. We've got to find the
worst play ever written.
32.
BIALYSTOCK TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO A NEW SCRIPT. HE CRACKS
BIALYSTOCK:
Hmmnn. "Gregor Samsa awoke one
morning to find he had been
transformed into a giant cock-a-
roach."
IN A RAGE BIALYSTOCK FLINGS THE MANUSCRIPT ONTO THE PILE OF
BIALYSTOCK:
It's good!!!
CAMERA MOVES UP AND WE DISSOLVE THROUGH TO MEDIUM SHOT OF
OFFICE. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ARE THOROUGHLY DISHEVELED AND
BLOOM:
(mumbling to himself
as he reads)
Wait a minute, I've read this part.
morning.
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