Analyse That

Peter Tolan, Harold Ramis, Peter Steinfeld

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by Peter Steinfeld & Harold Ramis & Peter Tolan

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• Publié par: script-cinema
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• Licence : En savoir +
  Paternité, pas d'utilisation commerciale, partage des conditions initiales à l'identique
• Langue: English

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ANALYZE THAT

Screenplay by
PETER STEINFELD and HAROLD RAMIS and PETER TOLAN

Based on characters created by
KENNETH LONERGAN and PETER TOLAN

June 2002 Draft

FOR EDUCATIONAL
PURPOSES ONLY

FADEIN:

INT.DIMLY-LITBAR-NIGHT

Twomen,CAESARandMARTY"DUCKS,"standattheendofthe
desertedbar,talkingquietly,obliviousrnaecthetoicdexot
grindingherpelvisonmieleddilethnopamslalofhte
stage.amsirahcdnaegylanguaBodtellusaeCatthehsitasr
boss,"Ducks"hislieutenant.

DUCKS
It'sPeezee.Gottabe.Hehatesyour
fuckin'guts.

CAESAR
(brooding)
Idon'tknow.

DUCKS
Whoelseknewaboutthemoney?And
howePzeiddnoweekynoTdeppopthey
Ciscowhenwedidn'tevenhearabout
it'tillastnight?

CAESAR
(sighsheavily)
Idon'tknow.

DUCKS
(pressing)
Whatissohardtounderstandhere?
YousaidyourselfPeezeewasa
mamalukeandyoucouldn'ttrusthim.
Nowsuddenly?uyghetnotfoser'uoy

CAESAR
Ijustdon'tthinkitwashim.

DUCKS
Okay,I'llbite.PotzeeenIf,etehn
who?

CAESAR
(slowlyrisingto
hisfullheight)
Ithinkitwasyou,Ducks.

Caesarstartstowalkawayasthebartender,nowholdinga
sawed-offshotgun,movesclosertoDucks.recTheexoticdan
splitsinahryurhrtghouaniaruateabthtfthckoage.estc

DUCKS
(scared)
Yougottabekiddin'!

Caesarstopsatthedoorwheretwoofhissoldiershave

appeared,holdingAUTOMATICWEAPONS.

DUCKS
Caesar,youknowme!Whatkindof
fuckin'idiotwouldIhavetobeto
trythathtiwuoy?shit

CAESAR
Adeadfuckin'idiot.

Ashewalksoutthedoor,thesoldiersOPENFIREonMarty
"Ducks."bko.kca'nseoltsaaedorC

PULLBACKTO:

TVSCREEN

Thetitlecreditscomeuponthemade-for-cableserieswe've
beenwatching,"LittleCaesar."rfmoANGCNDERHEGINLCIPPA
O.S.

WIDENTO:

INT.SINGSINGPRISON-NIGHT

Maximum-securityprisonersaregatheredaroundwatchingtheir
favoriteshowintherecroom.fortehwoitnrInVULPAs,TIIT
formerNewYorkcrimeboss,andacoupleofotherwiseguys.

VITTI
Garbage.nghatheC.lnaenehc

WISEGUY
Okay,Paul.

TheWISEGUYgetsupandstartsswitchingchannelsontheTV.

AcoupleofCONVICTSinthebackstarttoprotest.

CONVICT
Hey!Wyer'tahoin'oudshol,as!e

Vittiturnsandstaresatthem.netllfailsTyhe
immediately.

CONVICT
Sorry,Mr.Vitti.t'ndiDnyaanme
disrespect.

Punks.

WISEGUY

VittiturnsthepageandseesahugeheadlineinthePost:
MOBSHRINKTELLSALL.Hegetsatet.dup,agi

2.

VITTI
I'mgoingtobed.

Vittistandsupandheadsbacktohiscell.

INT.CELLBLOCK-MOMENTSLATER

CUTTO:

AsVittiapproacheshiscell,heseesaprisonguardstanding
by.et,AELRsecllamHi,s,naemocoftmaaangioutoftheir
cellcarryinghisbedrollandaboxrehtosihgninaintco
meagerpossessions.

VITTI
(suspicious)
What'sgoin'on,Earl?

EARL
They'retransferringme.

Why?

VITTI

EARL
(shrugs)
Don'tknow.uTthoooorflnkgskain
forme,Mr.Vitti.

VITTI
Yeah.Takeiteasy.

Henoticessomethinginthebox.

VITTI
Hey,Earl.hatIstev?s-ahtfreyma

EARL
(blanches)
I'msorry.rgbaebdtsfufjItus -
didn'tknow--

VITTI
That'sokay.Keepit.Goahead.

EARL
Thanks.eeySroundo.ua

-I

Earlexitswiththeguard.neht,tnemomastetasiheittiV
warilystepsintohiscell.

INT.VITTI'SCELL-MIDDLEOFNIGHT

CUTTO:

Thecellblockisquiet.augsdrAkenedardotuotsptehised
cell,looksaroundtomakesurenoonensiwtahcni,gteh

3.

pullsoutaGUNwithaSILENCER,reachesthroughthebarsand
FIRESyowsi'adshREPEtnoiVttTADEYLirmfoet.behknaldnutre
Thenheslipsawayasquietlyasheappeared.

ONhisexitwePANDOWNTOVitti,unhurt,curledupunderhis
bunk.

INT.MEMORIALCHAPEL-DAY

CUTTO:

Adeluxecasketflankedbyelaboratefloraldisplaysandan
easeldisplayingaportraitofthedeceased,Dr.IsaacSobel.

Mournersfillthepews,standeesattheback,anoverflow
crowd.BENSOBELsitsinthefronteortariw,stthnga
casketsihhtiwe,ifwsos,nMCIAHLE,Lhi,RAAUnowa
teenager,BEN'SMOTHER,andherCEJOYrifd,enR.DBROTHERS.

Atthepodium,theRABBIisspeaking.

RABBI
AndnowI'dliketocallonIsaac's
son,Dr.BenSobel,whowouldliketo
sayafewwords.

Benrisesandcrossessolemnlytothepodium.

BEN
(addressingaudience)
It'sverydifficultformetotalk
aboutmyfather,becauseinasense
I'mtalkingabouttwomen.

BEN(CONT'D)
One,ofcourse,isthepublicIsaac
Sobel,nsapcdyohhtmreenpiasneittthe
popularauthorknowntomillionsof
readersaroundtheworld.

Laura,MichaelandBen'sMotherlistenproudlytotheeulogy.

BEN
ThesecondIsaacSobelistheprivate
manDad.m--afyreht--Andfor
thosewimhewdanlelfoyoonkuhw
knewour-ewyl-i,malfllet'sfaceit
--myc,mind-spcyohitrawsafheat
fuckingprick.Anarrogant,abusive,
ego-inflated--

ARINGINGCELLPHONE&#