The Producers Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1967
- 88 min
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LIEBKIND:
(astonished by the question)
Vit the Fuhrer, of course. He
liked me. Out of all the household
staff at Berchtesgarten, I vas his
favorite. I vas the only one
allowed into his chambers at bedtime.
BIALYSTOCK:
No kidding?
LIEBKIND:
Oh, sure. I used to take him his
hot milk and his opium. Achhh,
those were the days. Vat good
times ve had. Dinner parties vit
lovely ladies and gentlemen,
singing und dancing. You know, not
many people knew about it, but the
Fuhrer vas a terrific dancer.
BIALYSTOCK:
LIEBKIND:
(flies into an
indignant rage)
That's because you were taken in by
that verdampter Allied propaganda.
Such filthy lies. But nobody said
a bad vord about Winston Churchill,
did they? Oh no, Vin Vit Vinnie!
(he gestures V for victory)
Churchill, vit his cigars and his
brandy and his rotten paintings.
Couldn't even say Nazi. He would
say Narzis, Narzis. Ve vere not
Narzies, ve vere Nazis. But let me
tell this, and you're getting it
straight from the horse, Hitler vas
better looking than Churchill, he
vas a better dresser than Churchill,
had more hair, told funnier jokes,
Churchill!
BIALYSTOCK:
(swinging along)
That's exactly why we want to do
this play. To show the world the
true Hitler, the Hitler you knew,
the Hitler you loved, the Hitler
with a song in his heart.
(MORE)
40.
BIALYSTOCK (CONT'D)
(to Bloom)
Leo, quick, the contract.
BLOOM QUICKLY WHIPS THE CONTRACT OUT OF HIS POCKET, PRODUCES
A PEN, HANDS THEM TO BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK SPREADS THE
CONTRACT OUT ON THE TABLE BEFORE LIEBKIND.
BIALYSTOCK:
Here, sign here, Franz Liebkind.
And make your dream a reality.
HE HANDS LIEBKIND THE PEN. LIEBKIND REFUSES IT.
LIEBKIND:
Wait. No. How do I know I can
trust you? How do I know you vill
present this play in the manner and
spirit in vhich it vas conceived?
BIALYSTOCK:
We swear it!
LIEBKIND:
Not good enough... Vould you be
villing to take the Siegfried oath?
BIALYSTOCK:
Yes. We would!
INSERT:
CLOSE-UP BLOOM. HE LOOKS WORRIED.LIEBKIND:
Good. I will make the preparations.
BLOOM:
(anxious whisper)
Max, I don't want to take any
Siegfried Oath. I don't know what
it is, but I don't want to take it.
We might end up in the German Army.
BIALYSTOCK:
Shut up, you idiot. He's a harmless
nut. Play along with him. It's
almost in the bag.
LIEBKIND ENTERS. HE IS LADEN DOWN WITH ALL SORTS OF
RITUALISTIC PARAPHERNALIA. LIEBKIND PLACES ALL THE STUFF ON
THE TABLE. WITHOUT A WORD TO THEM, HE GOES TO PHONOGRAPH.
41.
IN A FEW SECONDS WE HEAR THE OPENING STRAINS OF WAGNER'S
"RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES." AS THE MUSIC BOOMS LOUDER, LIEBKIND
ADDRESSES THEM.
LIEBKIND:
Please to don your helmets.
FROM THE TABLE THEY TAKE CLASSIC WAGNERIAN HELMETS (WITH
HORNS) AND PLACE THEM ON THEIR HEADS.
LIEBKIND:
Please to light your candles.
THEY EACH TAKE A HUGE WHITE CANDLE FROM THE TABLE AND LIGHT
IT. LIEBKIND FLICKS THE LIGHT SWITCH. NOW THEY ARE IN THE
DARK EXCEPT FOR THE GLOW OF THEIR CANDLES.
LIEBKIND:
Please repeat after me. I solemnly
swear...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
I solemnly swear...
LIEBKIND:
By the sacred memory...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
By the sacred memory...
LIEBKIND:
Of Siegfried...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
Of Siegfried...
LIEBKIND:
Wagner...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
Wagner...
LIEBKIND:
Nietzche...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
Nietzche...
LIEBKIND:
Bismark...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
Bismark...
42.
LIEBKIND:
Hindenburg...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
Hindenburg...
LIEBKIND:
The Graf Spee...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
The Graf Spee...
LIEBKIND:
The Blue Max...
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
The Blue Max...
LIEBKIND:
And last, but not least, Adolph...
you know who.
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
And last, but not least, Adolph...
you know who.
LIEBKIND:
(saluting)
Heil you know who!
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM
(spiritlessly saluting)
Heil you know who!
LIEBKIND:
Good. Good. Now ve sign the
contract.
BIALYSTOCK:
Good. Good.
(he hands Liebkind
the pen)
LIEBKIND:
No. No. Not in ink. We'll
desecrate the oath. It must be
done in blood.
CUT TO BLOOM'S FACE. IT IS A SILENT OI.
LIEBKIND:
Fingers, please.
43.
BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM EXTEND THEIR FOREFINGERS AND LOOK THE
OTHER WAY. LIEBKIND PRICKS THEM WITH THE SACRED SAFETY PIN,
AND SQUEEZES A FEW DROPS OF BLOOD FROM EACH INTO THE SACRED
VESSEL (A JAR COVER). HE DOES THE SAME WITH HIS OWN FINGER.
LIEBKIND:
Ve vill sign vit this sacred qvill
taken from the last chicken I
served at Berchtesgarten.
LIEBKIND SIGNS. "THE RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES" REACHES ITS
ZENITH. IT ECHOES THROUGH THE ROOM AS WE FADE OUT.
FADE IN ON BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM AS THEY WALK UP STREET AWAY
FROM TENEMENT. IT IS LATE AFTERNOON. THEY ARE BOTH WEARING
SWASTIKA ARM BANDS.
BIALYSTOCK:
(triumphantly whacking
the contract with the
back of his hand)
There it is... in red and white!
"Springtime For Hitler," signed,
sealed and delivered.
(he notices Bloom's
dour expression)
What's the matter with you?
BLOOM:
Look, I'm just not wearing this arm
band. I don't care how big the
deal is.
BIALYSTOCK:
(placating him)
Okay, take it off, take it off.
THEY TAKE OFF THEIR ARM BANDS AND TOSS THEM INTO A LITTER
BASKET. BIALYSTOCK SPOTS A PASSING TAXI. HE WHISTLES. IT
STOPS.
BIALYSTOCK:
(to cab driver as he
opens door)
The Blue Gypsy.
BLOOM:
(about to enter cab
with Bialystock)
Why are we going to the Blue Gypsy?!
44.
BIALYSTOCK:
(stopping Bloom from
entering cab)
We are not going to The Blue Gypsy.
I am going to The Blue Gypsy.
BIALYSTOCK GETS INTO CAB AND SLAMS THE DOOR. HE CONTINUES
SPEAKING TO BLOOM THROUGH THE WINDOW.
BIALYSTOCK:
I have a rendez-vous with a lady of
some means. You see dear Bloom,
phase one is complete, the play is
ours. We are now entering phase
two -- the raising of the money.
In the days to come, you will see
very little of me, for Bialystock
is launching himself into little-
old-lady-land.
(to cab driver)
Avanti!
SWISH PAN CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF LITTLE OLD LADY #3. IN HER
HAND SHE HOLDS A BUBBLING GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE. SHE RAISES IT
TO BIALYSTOCK.
PULL BACK TO TWO SHOT OF BIALYSTOCK AND LITTLE OLD LADY.
THEY ARE SEATED IN A CORNER BOOTH OF A LITTLE VIENNESE CAFE.
Here's to the success of your new
play.
BIALYSTOCK:
Our play, my love.
HE GALLANTLY INTERTWINES HIS ARMS IN HERS IN A LOVER'S TOAST.
IT IS HARD TO DRINK WITH ARMS ENTWINED, ESPECIALLY IF ONE OF
THE ARMS IS ATTACHED TO A LITTLE OLD LADY. THE TOAST IS A
FIASCO, BIALYSTOCK GETTING MOST OF THE CHAMPAGNE OVER HIS
VEST AND TROUSERS.
Oh, I'm sorry, Bialy, did I wet you?
BIALYSTOCK:
Think nothing of it, my dear. A
mere trifle. A mere trifle. Did
you bring your checkbook?
45.
It's right here in my purse and I
made it out just as you told me --
to cash. That's a funny name for a
play.
BIALYSTOCK:
Think nothing of it.
SHE SNAPS OPEN HER LITTLE BEADED PURSE, TAKES OUT THE CHECK
AND BEGINS TO HAND IT TO BIALYSTOCK. AT THIS MOMENT, WE ARE
ASSAULTED BY THE PASSIONATE SOUND OF A CRYING VIOLIN.
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