Analyze That

Harold Ramis, Peter Tolan, Peter Steinfeld, Kenneth Longeran

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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 at the end of the deserted bar, talking quietly, oblivious to the exotic dancer grinding her pelvis on a pole in the middle of the small stage. Body language and charisma tell us that Caesar is the boss, "Ducks" his lieutenant. DUCKS It's Peezee. Gotta be. He hates your fuckin' guts. CAESAR (brooding) I don't know. DUCKS Who else knew about the money? And how did Peezee know they popped Tony 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 understand here? You said yourself Peezee was a mamaluke and you couldn't trust him. Now suddenly you're soft on the guy? CAESAR I just don't think it was him. DUCKS Okay, I'll bite. If not Peezee, then who? CAESAR (slowly rising to his full height) I think it was you, Ducks. Caesar starts to walk away as the bartender, now holding a sawed-off shotgun, moves closer to Ducks. The exotic dancer splits in a hurry through a curtain at the back of the stage. DUCKS (scared) You gotta be kiddin'! Caesar stops at the door where two of his soldiers have 2. appeared, holding AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. DUCKS Caesar, you know me! What kind of fuckin' idiot would I have to be to try that shit with you?

Sujets

• Comedy
• Crime

Informations

• Publié par: script-cinema
• Publié le: 01 juin 2002
• Nombre de lectures: 11
• 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&#