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Why I Am A Nazi!

Rev. Hitler said:
THE SPIRIT OF HITLER IS CHANNELED THROUGH ME, AND MY POST PROVES IT!!!!
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Actually, your post proves Jack Shit. National Socialism is a dead idea as long as its adherents follow a dead man.
 
Rev. Hitler said:
I WELCOME THE CHALLENGE OF ONE SO SMALL AS YOURSELF TO EVEN DARE TAKE ON THE MIGHT OF REV. HITLER. YOU WILL LEARN THAT IT IS BOTH UNWISE AND FOOLISH TO CHALLENGE ONE AS GREAT AS MYSELF, THE GREATEST GERMAN OF ALL HISTORY! NOT ONLY ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF BITCH SLAPPING ME THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER MONITOR, BUT YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO INFLICT STUPIDITY ON TO ONE WITH SUCH A TOWERING INTELLECTUAL FORESIGHT! I SINGLE HANDEDLY CONQOURED EUROPE AND HALF RUSSIA, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE? MILLIONS OF WOMEN HAVE WANTED TO FUCK ME, WHERE AS NO FEWER THAN 10 HAVE WANTED YOUR PENIS. I HAVE ALREADY BYPASSED YOU, SINCE I FOLLOW THE PATH OF PROVIDENCE DICTATED BY THE WILL OF DESTINY. FATE DECREES THAT BY DEFAULT YOU ARE INFERIOR ON EVERY LEVEL!!!!
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Might I suggest English 101 oh great Reverend MORON?

Unlike yourself, I am a bonafide Nazi and damn proud of it.

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Rev. Hitler said:
YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE GREAT REV. HITLER TO A DUAL? I SHALL SMITE YOU DOWN WITH WITH AN ARMAGEDDON OF V2 ROCKETS! I SHALL PERSONALLY SEND MY PERSONAL DOCTOR MORELL TO INJECT YOUR TESTICALS WITH ORANGE JUICE YOU JEW FUCKER.
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Hello RAFFI!
 
The Question said:
Actually, your post proves Jack Shit. National Socialism is a dead idea as long as its adherents follow a dead man.
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Truly? I guess Jesus Christ is still alive yes? Fucking MORON.
 
Producers (1968 )

by Mel Brooks. March, 1967.

More info about this movie on IMDb.comINT. DAY. HALLWAY OUTSIDE OF MAX BIALYSTOCK'S OFFICE.CLOSE-UP OF LITTLE OLD LADY. She blows a kiss and WAVESGOOD-BYE.CUT TO CLOSE-UP OF MAX BIALYSTOCK. HE RESPONDS WITH SIMILARGESTURES.CAMERA PULLS BACK TO FULL SHOT. LEGEND ON FROSTED GLASS OFBIALYSTOCK'S OFFICE DOOR READS: MAX BIALYSTOCK - THEATRICAL PRODUCERLITTLE OLD LADY BEGINS TO DESCEND STAIRWAY. SHE STOPS,TURNS, BLOWS ANOTHER KISS AND ONCE MORE WAVES GOODBYE.BIALYSTOCK GRACIOUSLY ANSWERS IN KIND. BIALYSTOCK Don't forget the checkee. Can't produce playees without checkees. LITTLE OLD LADY You can count on me-o, you dirty young man.CAMERA BACK TO BIALYSTOCK'S FACE FROZEN IN A LITTLE GOODBYESMILE. THE LITTLE OLD LADY'S FOOTSTEPS. BEGIN TO FADE.BIALYSTOCK'S FACE QUICKLY RESUMES ITS NORMAL EXPRESSION --DESPAIR AND DISGUST. HE THEN REACHES INTO HIS VEST POCKET,PULLS OUT AN OLD-FASHIONED, POCKET WATCH AND EARNESTLYCONSULTS ITS FACE.CAMERA STAYS WITH HIM AS HE RUSHES INTO HIS OFFICE.BIALYSTOCK MOVES WITH A QUICK SHUFFLING GAIT TO HIS DESK.FROM THE TOP OF IT HE PICKS UP A FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH.CAMERA INSERT: CLOSE-UP OF PHOTOGRAPH. IT IS FACE OF LITTLEOLD LADY WHO HAS JUST LEFT.CAMERA BACK TO BIALYSTOCK. HE OPENS DESK DRAWER. IT ISFILLED WITH TAGGED KEYS. HE PICKS UP A KEY.CAMERA INSERT: TAG ON KEY READS: INVESTORS FILE.CAMERA BACK TO BIALYSTOCK. WITH PHOTOGRAPH IN HAND, HEMOVES ACROSS HIS OFFICE TO A LARGE, DOUBLE-DOORED CABINET.HE UNLOCKS CABINET.CAMERA SHOWS CABINET INTERIOR FILLED WITH HUNDREDS OFSIMILARLY FRAMED PHOTOGRAPHS OF LITTLE OLD LADIES.CAMERA BACK TO BIALYSTOCK. HE PLACES PHOTOGRAPH IN ITSPROPER NICHE AND BEGINS TO LOOK THROUGH THE FACES.CAMERA SLOWLY PANS ROWS OF PHOTOGRAPHS, BIALYSTOCK'S P.O.V. 2. BIALYSTOCK (Voice Over) "Hold me, touch me', 'hold me, touch me', 'hold me, touch me', where is 'hold me, touch me'? Ahhh ... here we are. 'Hold me, touch me.'"CAMERA STOPS PANNING AND REMAINS ON ONE OF THE PHOTOGRAPHS.BIALYSTOCK'S HAND MOVES INTO THE FRAME AND PICKS UPPHOTOGRAPH.CAMERA MOVES IN TO CLOSE-UP OF PHOTOGRAPHDISSOLVE THROUGH TO MATCHING CLOSE-UP OF SAME FACE WE HAVEJUST SEEN IN PHOTOGRAPH.CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL LITTLE OLD LADY IN REAR SEAT OFLIMOUSINE. EXTERIOR. DAY.CAMERA KEEPS MOVING BACK TO EXTERIOR OF LIMO AS IT MOVESALONG THROUGH NEW YORK'S THEATRICAL DISTRICT.LONG SHOT. 45TH STREET. SAME LIMOUSINE PULLS UP IN FRONTOF ONE OF THE THEATRES THAT LINE THE BLOCK.MEDIUM SHOT. CHAUFFEUR BRISKLY HOPS OUT, AND SMARTLY OPENSREAR DOOR. THE LITTLE OLD LADY EMERGES. SHE LOWERS HERVEIL AND FURTIVELY DUCKS INTO THE BUILDING ENTRANCE.INT. MEDIUM SHOT. DILAPIDATED THEATRE OFFICE BUILDING. THELITTLE OLD LADY ENTERS. SHE RAISES HER VEIL, CHUCKLESGLEEFULLY, AND BEGINS TO ASCEND THE STAIRS.MEDIUM SHOT. UPON REACHING THE LANDING, SHE SPOTS THE FIRSTLITTLE OLD LADY COMING DOWN. SHE QUICKLY DROPS HER VEIL.THE FIRST LITTLE OLD LADY DISCREETLY HIDES HER FACE WITH HERPURSE AS THEY PASS EACH OTHER ON THE LANDING.DISSOLVE TO FOURTH FLOOR LANDING. THE LITTLE OLD LADY MAKESHER WAY TO THE TOP. SHE HANGS ONTO THE BANISTER FOR SUPPORTAS SHE CATCHES HER BREATH. SHE RAISES HER VEIL, REACHESINTO HER PURSE, TAKES OUT A SMALL FLACON OF PERFUME ANDSPRAYS DELICATELY BEHIND BOTH EARS. THOROUGHLY COMPOSED,SHE APPROACHES BIALYSTOCK'S DOOR. SHE RAPS ON THE DOORTHREE TIMES IN QUICK SUCCESSION, WAITS A MOMENT, RAPS TWICEAND THEN THREE TIMES AGAIN. SUDDENLY THE DOOR IS FLUNG OPEN.MEDIUM SHOT. MAX BIALYSTOCK BIALYSTOCK (leering) Darling! 3.MEDIUM SHOT OVER BIALYSTOCK'S SHOULDER. LITTLE OLD LADY. LITTLE OLD LADY (passionately) Hold me, touch me.CUT TO TWO SHOT. BIALYSTOCK CLUTCHES THE LITTLE OLD LADY INA PASSIONATE EMBRACE. BIALYSTOCK Devil woman.FREEZE ACTION.SUPER-IMPOSE FIRST CREDIT: ZERO MOSTEL.RESUME ACTION.THE LITTLE OLD LADY GIGGLES JOYOUSLY AND THEN SLIPS FROMBIALYSTOCK'S GRASP, DARTS INTO THE OFFICE AND DUCKS BEHINDTHE COUCH. SHE POPS HER HEAD UP. LITTLE OLD LADY Finder's keepers.FREEZE ACTION.SUPER-IMPOSE: TITLE OF FILMRESUME ACTION. BIALYSTOCK Here I come, ready or not.BIALYSTOCK LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR TOWARDS THE COUCH.FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK LANDS BADLY. HE WRITHES IN PAIN. LITTLE OLDLADY COQUETTISHLY CRAWLS TO HIM. LITTLE OLD LADY What's the matter? Papa no want to play with baby? BIALYSTOCK Ohhhhhh.FREEZE-ACTION. 4.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK REACHES OUT FOR HER. SHE ELUDES HIM, DARTS INTOA CHAIR, CROSSES HER LEG SEDUCTIVELY, RAISES HER SKIRT JUSTABOVE HER KNEE REVEALING A GOLDEN ROSE AND GARTER.FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK STRUGGLES TO HIS FEET. BIALYSTOCK Come to Papa. Come to Papa do.LITTLE OLD LADY LEAPS OUT OF HER CHAIR AND POSES, COYLY. LITTLE OLD LADY To the victor go the spoils.BIALYSTOCK STARTS FOR HER. SHE RUSHES AROUND A CHAIR ANDDUCKS BEHIND IT. BIALYSTOCK TIPTOES ON TO CHAIR AND PEEKSOVER IT. BIALYSTOCK I'm gonna get you.FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.CUT TO LITTLE OLD LADY WEDGED BETWEEN DESK AND BACK OF CHAIR.SHE STRAIGHTENS HER LEGS AND SENDS THE CHAIR HURTLING ACROSSTHE ROOM.CLOSE-UP OF BIALYSTOCK'S FACE: TERROR.FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK CRASHES INTO RADIATOR. BIALYSTOCK Ohhhhhhhh. 5.CUT TO LITTLE OLD LADY. SHE IS LYING PHONE ON THE DESK,PREENING HERSELF AND PURRING. LITTLE OLD LADY Meeow. Meeow. I wonder where Old Tom is tonight? Meeow.BIALYSTOCK, WITH GREAT WILL, PUSHES THE HATE OUT OF HIS FACEAND REPLACES IT WITH SWEETNESS. BIALYSTOCK Rowrrr.BIALYSTOCK GLIDES IN TOM-CAT FASHION OVER TO HIS PREENINGPUSSY-CAT.FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK FINISHES CROSSING TO DESK, PUTS HIS FACE DOWNNEAR HERS AND SOFTLY MEWS INTO HER EAR. SHE SUDDENLY LETSOUT A FIERCE HOWL AS SHE REBUFFS HIM WITH A SAVAGE SWIPE OFHER "PAW". BIALYSTOCK GRABS HIS STRICKEN FACE WITH BOTHHANDS AND SHRIEKS. BIALYSTOCK Aieeeeyiyiyiyiyi,CLOSE-UP OF BIALYSTOCK'S PAIN-RIDDEN FEATURES.STOP ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION.BIALYSTOCK FALLS INTO THE CHAIR MOANING. SHE HOPS ON TO HISLAP. FROM HIS BREAST POCKET SHE TAKES A HANDKERCHIEF ANDTENDERLY DABS HIS CHEEK WITH IT. LITTLE OLD LADY Oh, Bialy, Bialy, darling, did I hurt you?FREEZE-ACTION.CREDIT.RESUME ACTION. 6. BIALYSTOCK My hand. My hand. I can't turn my hand. (he turns his hand)THERE IS A RAPPING AT THE DOOR. WE HEAR IT, THEY DON'T. LITTLE OLD LADY (taking his hand) Don't worry. I'll kiss it and make it well. (she smothers his hand with kissers) BIALYSTOCK (trying to rescue his hand) Enough. It's better. Please, Lambchop, it's better. Stop. You're hurting it again.CUT TO DOOR. IT OPENS. LEO BLOOM ENTERS. BLOOM (his forward motion arrested by the unbelievable scene) How do you do. I mean ... Excuse me ... I mean ... BIALYSTOCK You mean ooops, don't you? Say ooops and get out. BLOOM I'll wait in the hall ... BIALYSTOCK Oooooooops! BLOOM (backing out of door) Ooooooops.LITTLE OLD LADY HOPS OFF BIALYSTOCK'S LAP AND GOES TO DOOR. LITTLE OLD LADY I can't abide a peeping Tom. There's one in the apartment just opposite my bedroom window. I swear that man NEVER takes his field glasses off me for a minute. 7.SHE LOCKS DOOR AND STARTS BACK TOWARD BIALYSTOCK. LITTLE OLD LADY Feeling better?BIALYSTOCK NODS HIS HEAD IN ASSENT. LITTLE OLD LADY Good. Let's fool around. Now, I'll be the innocent little milk maid and you'll be the naughty stable boy. (she goes into her act) Oh, this milk is so heavy. I'll never reach the house. Help. Will someone help me? BIALYSTOCK (stopping her) Wait. Wait. We can't play today. I have too many appointments. LITTLE OLD LADY (crushed) We can't play today? BIALYSTOCK Thursday. Thursday. We'll play Thursday. We'll play the Contessa and the chauffeur. LITTLE OLD LADY Oh, the best one. BIALYSTOCK (trying to steer her towards the door) Until Thursday, then, Contessa Mio. LITTLE OLD LADY (she sits on the sofa) Oh, Bialy, please, just a little. Just a little. BIALYSTOCK (harassed) All right. All right.HE SQUATS DOWN IN FRONT OF HER IN CHAUFFEUR FASHION, HISHANDS ON THE WHEEL. 8. LITTLE OLD LADY So, the Count hired you this morning, Rudolfo ... Watch the road ... Watch the road. BIALYSTOCK I can't take my eyes off you. How can I drive when you drive me mad. Mad. LITTLE OLD LADY (she squeals with delight) Rudolfo, you dirty pig! Pull over. BIALYSTOCK (upright) Good. That's enough. We'll do the rest on Thursday. (he reaches down and helps her off the couch) That's a good girl. (leading her to the door) It's always such fun to see you.BIALYSTOCK OPENS THE DOOR AND USHERS HER OUT ONTO THE LANDING.CUT TO HALLWAY. FAR SHOT. REVEALING BLOOM WAITING OUTSIDE.WE SEE HIM. THEY DO NOT. BLOOM, VERY EMBARRASSED, HUGS THEWALL TRYING TO MAKE HIMSELF LESS CONSPICUOUS.MEDIUM SHOT. BIALYSTOCK AND THE OLD LADY IN FRONT OFBIALYSTOCK'S DOOR. BIALYSTOCK Until Thursday, then, you bawdy wench.HE SLAPS HER ON THE RUMP. LITTLE OLD LADY Oooh. I love it. Hold me, touch me.CUT TO BLOOM IN SHADOWS, AGHAST.BACK TO MEDIUM SHOT LITTLE OLD LADY AND BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK Thursday. I'll see you Thursday. LITTLE OLD LADY And we'll finish playing the Contessa and Rudolfo. 9. BIALYSTOCK Good. Yes. Thursday. LITTLE OLD LADY And after that we'll play the Abduction and cruel rape of Lucretia ... And I'll play Lucretia.CUT TO BLOOM IN SHADOWS. IT IS ALL TOO MUCH FOR HIM. HELOOKS THE OTHER WAY. SUDDENLY HIS EYES WIDEN IN SURPRISE,AS HE DISCOVERS ANOTHER MAN HIDING IN THE NEXT DOORWAY. THEMAN PUTS A FINGER TO HIS LIPS INDICATING SILENCE. THERE ISNO PLACE LEFT FOR BLOOM TO LOOK. HE LOOKS TO HEAVEN.BACK TO LITTLE OLD LADY AND BIALYSTOCK. LITTLE OLD LADY Oh, Thursday. Will Thursday ever come? BIALYSTOCK (to himself) Like clockwork.SHE STARTS TO DESCEND. LITTLE OLD LADY I shall count the minutes. BIALYSTOCK Goodbye, my angel ... My angel! (calling after her) Hey, touch me ... wait! Hey, uh ... Lucretia, Lucretia!WE HEAR A MOUNTING CLATTER OF FOOTSTEPS AS THE LITTLE OLDLADY FLIES BACK UP THE STAIRS. LITTLE OLD LADY (eagerly) Yes??? BIALYSTOCK Oh, Angelcake, you forgot to give me the check. Can't produce a play without money, ha, ha, ha.CUT TO BLOOM. ONCE MORE HE STEALS A GLANCE AT THE STRANGERHIDDEN IN THE SECOND DOORWAY. ONCE AGAIN THE MAN GESTURESFOR HIM TO BE SILENT.CUT BACK TO BIALYSTOCK AND THE OLD LADY. 10. LITTLE OLD LADY (opening her handbag and reaching inside) Of course, the check, I had it with me all the time.SHE TAKES OUT THE CHECK AND HANDS IT TO HIM. LITTLE OLD LADY I don't know what's happening to me. I must be getting old.BIALYSTOCK TAKES CHECK AND READS IT. LITTLE OLD LADY Is it all right? I made it out to cash. You didn't tell me the name of the play. BIALYSTOCK Oh, it's fine. Fine. Good. Good. Bye. Bye. LITTLE OLD LADY Til Thursday, my Darling, I shall count the minutes.SHE STARTS TO DESCEND. LITTLE OLD LADY (descending) Ta. Ta. BIALYSTOCK (waving check at her) Ta. Ta.THE MAN, WHO HAS BEEN LURKING IN THE SECOND DOORWAY, SUDDENLYSPRINGS INTO ACTION. HE DARTS FORWARD AND QUICKLY TAKES THECHECK OUT OF BIALYSTOCK'S HAND. THE MAN (LANDLORD) He who signs a lease, must pay rent.HE SHOVES THE CHECK INTO HIS POCKET AND STARTS DOWN THESTAIRS. LANDLORD That's the law. BIALYSTOCK Murderer! Thief! How can you take the last penny out of a man's pocket? 11. LANDLORD (turns back, shrugs) I have to ... I'm a landlord! BIALYSTOCK (shouting to heaven) Oh Lord, hear my plea. Destroy him. He maketh a blight on the land.CUT TO LANDLORD ON THE WAY DOWN. LANDLORD (to the Lord) Don't pay attention. He's crazy.CUT BACK TO BIALYSTOCK. HE TURNS TO RE-ENTER HIS OFFICE. BIALYSTOCK (biting his knuckle) Nnnnn. That hurt. (he sighs) I'll have to make another call.HE STARTS IN AND STOPS. HE NOTICES BLOOM. BIALYSTOCK (to Bloom, quietly) Have you been there all this time?BLOOM NODS. BIALYSTOCK And did you see and hear everything?BLOOM NODS. BIALYSTOCK Then what do you have to say for yourself? BLOOM Uh ... uh ... ooooooops? BIALYSTOCK (shouts) Who are you? What do you want? Why are you loitering in my hallway? Speak, dummy, speak! Why don't you speak? BLOOM Scared. Can't talk.
 
12. BIALYSTOCK All right. Get a hold of yourself. Take a deep breath, let it out slowly and tell me who you are. BLOOM (breathes deeply. Words tumble from his mouth as he exhales) I'm Leo Bloom, I'm an accountant, I'm from Whitehall and Marks, I was sent here to do your books and I'm terribly sorry I caught you with the old lady. (he has run out of breath) BIALYSTOCK "Caught you with the old lady." Come in, Mr. Tact.CUT TO OFFICE. THEY ENTER. BLOOM ENTERS TIMOROUSLY. HEDOESN'T KNOW QUITE WHERE TO GO. HE LOOKS TO BIALYSTOCK FORGUIDANCE. BIALYSTOCK STUDIES BLOOM CURIOUSLY FROM HEAD TOTOE. BIALYSTOCK So you're an accountant, eh? BLOOM (timidly) Yes sir. BIALYSTOCK Then account for yourself! Do you believe in God? Do you believe in gold? Why are you looking up old lady's dresses? Bit of a pervert, eh?BLOOM, WHO HAS BEEN QUAKING UNDER THE ASSAULT, REACHES INTOHIS POCKET AND TAKES OUT THE TATTERED CORNER OF AN OLD BLUEBABY BLANKET. HE TWISTS THE BLUE BLANKET NERVOUSLY IN HISHANDS. BLOOM Sir, I ... BIALYSTOCK Never mind. Never mind. Do the books. They're in that desk over there. Top drawer. 13.BLOOM DUTIFULLY GOES TO DESK. OPENS TOP DRAWER AND BEGINSREMOVING BOOKS. BIALYSTOCK How dare you condemn me without knowing all the facts. BLOOM But sir, I'm not condem ... BIALYSTOCK Shut up. I'm having a rhetorical conversation. (to himself) How humiliating. Max Bialystock. Max Bialystock.BIALYSTOCK SUDDENLY WHEELS AND SHOUTS AT BLOOM. BIALYSTOCK You know who I used to be? Max Bialystock! The King of Broadway! Six shows running at once. Lunch at Delmonico's. Two hundred dollar suits. Look at me. Look at me now! I'm wearing a cardboard belt!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') TAKESIT 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'SDILEMMA.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.HE PLUNGES INTO HIS WORK.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 TAKESTHE REMAINS OF A CARDBOARD CONTAINER OF COFFEE AND SLOSHESIT AGAINST THE WINDOW. HE WIPES WITH HIS TIE. HE LOOKSOVER HIS SHOULDER AT BLOOM TO SEE IF HE IS WATCHING. BLOOMIS WATCHING. THEIR EYES MEET. BLOOM'S EYES RETREAT.BIALYSTOCK VICTORIOUSLY TURNS AWAY AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOWDOWN INTO THE STREET.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 I assume you are making those cartoon noises to attract my 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 POCKETTAKES OUT THE OLD BLUE BLANKET AND NERVOUSLY STROKES HISCHEEK 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 ITOUT 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 TOBLOOM. 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 REACHESINTO HIS POCKET, TAKES OUT THE BLUE BLANKET AND RUBS ITACROSS 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 MOVINGDOWN LONG COLUMN OF FIGURES. HE COMES TO THE END ANDIMMEDIATELY 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.CUT BACK TO BLOOM. 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 TOBLOOM'S DESK AND HOVERS OVER HIM, WAITING EXPECTANTLY FORMORE INFORMATION. BUT BLOOM IS LOST IN HIS WORK, UNAWARETHAT BIALYSTOCK IS HANGING ON HIS EVERY WORD. BIALYSTOCK Yes???BLOOM LOOKS UP. HE IS STARTLED TO SEE BIALYSTOCK'S FACE SOCLOSE TO HIS OWN. BLOOM (at a loss) Yes, what? BIALYSTOCK What you were saying. Keep talking. BLOOM What was I saying? BIALYSTOCK You were saying that under the right circumstances, a producer could make more money with a flop than he could with a hit. BLOOM (smiling) Yes, it's quite possible. BIALYSTOCK You keep saying that, but you don't tell me how. How could a producer make more money with a flop than with a hit? 20.BLOOM, SLIGHTLY EXASPERATED, PUTS HIS PENCIL DOWN AND FACESBIALYSTOCK. HE SPEAKS TO BIALYSTOCK AS A TEACHER WOULD ASTUDENT. BLOOM It's simply a matter of creative accounting. Let us assume, just for the moment, that you are a dishonest man. BIALYSTOCK Assume away! BLOOM Well, it's very easy. You simply raise more money than you really need. BIALYSTOCK What do you mean? BLOOM You've done it yourself, only you did it on a very small scale. BIALYSTOCK What did I do? BLOOM You raised two thousand more than you needed to produce your last play. BIALYSTOCK So what? What did it get me? I'm wearing a cardboard belt. BLOOM Ahhhhhh! But that's where you made your error. You didn't go all the way. You see, if you were really a bold criminal, you could have raised a million. BIALYSTOCK But the play only cost $60,000 to produce. BLOOM Exactly. And how long did it run? BIALYSTOCK One night. 21. BLOOM See? You could have raised a million dollars, put on a sixty thousand dollar flop and kept the rest. BIALYSTOCK But what if the play was a hit? BLOOM Oh, you'd go to jail. If the play were a hit, you'd have to pay off the backers, and with so many backers there could never be enough profits to go around, get it? BIALYSTOCK Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha!! So, in order for the scheme to work, we'd have to find a sure fire flop. BLOOM What scheme? BIALYSTOCK What scheme? Your scheme, you bloody little genius. BLOOM Oh, no. No. No. I meant no scheme. I merely posed a little, academic accounting theory. It's just a thought. BIALYSTOCK Bloom, worlds are turned on such thoughts!BIALYSTOCK STARTS MOVING IN ON BLOOM. BIALYSTOCK Don't you see, Bloom. Darling, Bloom, glorious Bloom, it's so simple. Step one: We find the worst play in the world -- a sure flop. Step two: I raise a million dollars -- there's a lot of little old ladies in this world. Step three: You go back to work on the books. Phoney lists of backers -- one for the government, one for us. You can do it, Bloom, you're a wizard. (MORE) 22. BIALYSTOCK (CONT'D) Step four: We open on Broadway and before you can say 'step five' we close on Broadway. Step six: We take our million dollars and fly to Rio de Janiero.BIALYSTOCK GRABS BLOOM IN HIS ARMS AND BEGINS TO LEAD HIM INA WILD TANGO AROUND THE ROOM. BIALYSTOCK (sings) "Ah, Rio, Rio by the seao, meo, myo, meo ... " BLOOM (afraid of the scheme, afraid of the dance, afraid of Bialystock) Mr. Bialystock. No. Wait. Please. You're holding me too tight. I'm an honest man. You don't understand. BIALYSTOCK (leading Bloom as he talks) No, Bloom, you don't understand. This is fate, this is destiny. There's no avoiding it.AT THIS POINT, BIALYSTOCK SWEEPS BLOOM INTO AN ELABORATE DIP. BLOOM (the back of his head practically touching the floor) Mr. Bialystock, not more than five minutes ago, against my better judgment, I doctored your books. That, sir, is the ultimate extent of my criminal life.BIALYSTOCK RAISES HIS FISTS TO THE HEAVENS IN DESPAIR.BLOOM, EXPERIENCING A DEFINITE LACK OF SUPPORT, GOES CRASHINGTO THE FLOOR. BIALYSTOCK OOOOOHH! OOOOOHH! OOOOOHH! OOOOOHH! I WANT THAT MONEY!CAMERA ON BLOOM AS HE LIES STRICKEN ON THE FLOOR. 23. BLOOM (to himself) Oh, I fell on my keys. (he shifts slightly to make himself more comfortable) I've got to get out of here. BIALYSTOCK (angrily hovering over Bloom) You miserable, cowardly, wretched little caterpillar. Don't you ever want to become a butterfly? Don't you want to spread your wings and flap your way to glory?BIALYSTOCK FLAPS HIS ARMS LIKE A HUGE PREDATORY BIRD. BLOOM (his eyes widened in terror) You're going to jump on me.BIALYSTOCK STARES AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY. BLOOM You're going to jump on me. I know you're going to jump on me -- like Nero jumped on Poppea. BIALYSTOCK (nonplussed) What??? BLOOM (by now he is shrieking) Poppea. She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him. So he got mad and he jumped on her. Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug. Please don't jump on me. BIALYSTOCK (shouting and jumping up and down next to Bloom) I'm not going to jump on you! BLOOM (rolling away in terror) Aaaaaaaaaa! 24. BIALYSTOCK (hoisting Bloom to his feet) Will you get a hold on yourself. BLOOM (up on his feet and running for cover) Don't touch me! Don't touch me!HE RUNS TO A CORNER OF THE ROOM. TRAPPED! HE TURNS. BIALYSTOCK What are you afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you! What's the matter with you?
 
BLOOM I'm hysterical. I'm having hysterics. I'm hysterical. I can't stop. When I get like this, I can't stop. I'm hysterical.BIALYSTOCK RUSHES TO THE DESK. PICKS UP A CARAFE OF WATERAND SHOSHES ITS CONTENTS INTO BLOOM'S FACE. BLOOM I'm wet! I'm wet! I'm hysterical and I'm wet!BIALYSTOCK IN A DESPERATE MOVE TO STOP BLOOM'S HYSTERICS,SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE. BLOOM (holding his face) I'm in pain! And I'm wet! And I'm still hysterical!BIALYSTOCK RAISES HIS HAND AGAIN. BLOOM No! No! Don't hit. It doesn't help. It only increases my sense of danger. BIALYSTOCK What can I do? What can I do? You're getting me hysterical. BLOOM Go away from me. You frighten me. (he indicates the sofa) Sit over there. 25.BIALYSTOCK SITS ON THE SOFA. BIALYSTOCK (exasperated) Okay. I'm way over here. Is that better? BLOOM It's a little better, but you still look angry. BIALYSTOCK How's this? (he smiles sweetly) BLOOM Good. Good. That's nice. That's very nice. I think I'm coming out of it now. Yes. Yes. I'm definitely coming out of it. Thank you for smiling. It helped a great deal. BIALYSTOCK (for want of something sensible) Well, you know what they say, "Smile and the world smiles with you." Heh, heh. (to himself) The man should be in a straight jacket. (to Bloom) Feeling better? BLOOM Much, thank you. But I am a little lightheaded. Maybe I should eat something. Hysterics have a way of severely depleting one's blood sugar, you know. BIALYSTOCK They certainly do. They certainly do. Come, let me take you to lunch. BLOOM That's very kind of you, Mr. Bialystock, but I ... 26. BIALYSTOCK (interrupting) Nonsense, nonsense, my dear boy. I lowered your blood sugar, but least I could do is raise it a little.BLOOM LOOKS AT HIM SUSPICIOUSLY. BIALYSTOCK And I promise you faithfully, I won't discuss that silly scheme to make a million dollars anymore.BIALYSTOCK DONS HIS CAPE AND "BELASCO" HAT. FROM A RACK HESELECTS A GOLD-TOPPED WALKING STICK. HE GOES TO DOOR, OPENSIT, AND WITH A GRAND FLOURISH, MOTIONS BLOOM TO PRECEDE HIM. 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 EXITSBUILDING 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. HELOOKS 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 HATAND FLINGS IT THROUGH THE AIR. BIALYSTOCK (pointing to his hat) My hat. BLOOM I'll get it. 27.HE RACES AFTER IT.BIALYSTOCK DETOURS SLIGHTLY TOWARD MURRAY THE BLINDMAN, WHOWEARS A LARGE CARDBOARD SIGN WITH THE LEGEND: "MURRAY THEBLINDMAN. YOU CAN SEE. I CAN'T. GIVE!" INSCRIBED ON IT.BIALYSTOCK REACHES DOWN INTO HIS CUP AND GRABS A FIST FULLOF 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 ACUSTARD STAND.CAMERA ZOOMS IN. TWO SHOT. 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 CONEYISLAND RIDE). THEY ARE TIGHTLY SQUEEZED INTO ONE OF THEMOVING SEATS. THEY ARE BETWEEN "WHIPS". BLOOM (licking his pistachio custard. He is ecstatic) I love it. I love it. Get set. We're coming to another turn. BIALYSTOCK (working, relentlessly working on Bloom) Bloom, it can always be like this. Life can be beautiful. Let me show you. Stick with ...THEY HIT THE TURN. 30. BIALYSTOCK Bialysto-o-o-o-ckk.QUICK DISSOLVE TO BARKER SELLING TICKETS IN FRONT OF TUNNELOF LOVE. MEDIUM SHOT OF EXIT. A LITTLE BOAT COMES OUT. INIT ARE A MAN AND A WOMAN EMBRACING. IT IS FOLLOWED BYANOTHER. IN IT THERE IS A SAILOR KISSING A GIRL. BOATNUMBER 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 ARESEATED IN A LITTLE GONDOLA THAT SWINGS BENEATH A HUGEPARACHUTE. 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 life counting other people's 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 QUICKLYPLUMMET 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 OFCONCENTRATED LIGHT. THEY ARE DOWN TO THEIR SHIRT SLEEVES.THEY ARE FEVERISHLY READING PLAY MANUSCRIPTS. ALL ABOUTTHEM ARE STREWN COFFEE CONTAINERS, SOME EMPTY, SOME HALF-FILLED. THERE IS A HUGE PILE OF DISCARDED SCRIPTS ON THEFLOOR.CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF LEO BLOOM AS HE READS SCRIPT. HE LOOKSUP, PUSHES HIS GLASSES BACK AND MASSAGES THE BRIDGE OF HISNOSE. BLOOM Max, let's call it a night. It's two in the morning. I don't know what I'm reading anymore.PULL BACK TO TWO SHOT. BIALYSTOCK Read, read. We've got to find the worst play ever written. 32.BIALYSTOCK TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO A NEW SCRIPT. HE CRACKSIT OPEN AND BEGINS READING. 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 OFDISCARDS AS HE BELLOWS: BIALYSTOCK It's good!!!CAMERA MOVES UP AND WE DISSOLVE THROUGH TO MEDIUM SHOT OFOFFICE. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ARE THOROUGHLY DISHEVELED ANDBADLY IN NEED OF A SHAVE. BLOOM (mumbling to himself as he reads) Wait a minute, I've read this part. I'm reading plays I read this morning.HE GETS UP, STRETCHES, GOES TO WINDOW AND RAISES SHADE.SUNLIGHT FLOODS THE ROOM. HE REELS BACK AS THOUGH STRUCK. BLOOM Good lord, it's morning. Let's face it, we'll never find it. (he turns to face Bialystock) Max, tomorrow's another day. Today's another day. BIALYSTOCK (off-camera. Crazy little voice) We'll never find it, eh? We'll never find it, eh? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK. HE IS STANDING. AT HIS FEET LIES ASCRIPT. HE DANCES AROUND IT, HIS ARMS FOLDED ACROSS HISCHEST. BIALYSTOCK (as he does an insane little jig around the script) You can't smell it when it's under your nose. You can't see it when it's right before your eyes. (MORE) 33. BIALYSTOCK (CONT'D) You can't feel it when it's in your hand, when it's in your pocket.CUT TO MEDIUM SHOT. BLOOM Max, what is it? What are you doing? What's happening? BIALYSTOCK I'll tell you what's happening. We've struck gold. Not fool's gold, but real gold. The mother lode. The mother lode. The mother of them all. BLOOM (brightening) You found a flop! BIALYSTOCK A flop, ha! That's putting it mildly. A disaster! A catastrophe! An outrage! A guaranteed-to-close- in-one-night beauty!HE BENDS DOWN, PICKS UP THE SCRIPT AND SHAKES IT IN BLOOM'SFACE. BIALYSTOCK This is freedom from want forever. This is a house in the country. This is a Rolls Royce and a Bentley. This is wine, women and song and women.BLOOM SNATCHES THE SCRIPT FROM HIS HANDS AND READS ALOUD THETITLE.CUT TO CLOSE-UP. TITLE OF SCRIPT. BLOOM (voice over) "SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER, A Gay Romp with Adolph and Eva in Berchtesgarten." Fantastic!BACK TO TWO SHOT. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. BIALYSTOCK It's practically a love letter to Hitler! 34. BLOOM (ecstatic) It won't run a week! BIALYSTOCK Run a week? Are you kidding? This play has got to close in the first act. BLOOM Who wrote it?CUT TO AUTHOR'S NAME ON THE MANUSCRIPT: By FRANZ LIEBKIND.DISSOLVE THROUGH AUTHOR'S NAME TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM,SHAVED AND DAPPER, WALKING DOWN STREET IN A RUN-DOWN TENEMENTNEIGHBORHOOD. BLOOM Here it is -- 415.THEY MARCH UP STOOP TO NUMBER 415. THEIR MOTION IS ARRESTEDBY A QUERULOUS COMMAND ISSUED IN PHLEGMATIC TONES BY THESUPERINTENDENT OF THE BUILDING (A WOMAN IN HER LATE FORTIES)WHO IS LEANING OUT OF HER WINDOW WHICH IS ADJACENT TO THESTOOP. SUPER Who do you want? BLOOM (taken aback) I beg your pardon? SUPER Who do you want? No one gets in the building unless I know who they want ... I'm the concierge. My husband used to be the concierge. He's dead. Now I'm the concierge. BIALYSTOCK (imperiously) We are seeking Mr. Franz Liebkind. SUPER Oh, the kraut. He's on the top floor. Apartment twenty-three. BLOOM Thank you.THEY START INTO THE BUILDING. 35. SUPER But you won't find him there. He's up on the roof with his birds. He keeps birds. Dirty, disgusting, filthy, lice-ridden birds. You used to be able to sit out on the stoop like a person. Not anymore. No sir. Birds! You get my drift? BLOOM We ... uh ... get your drift. Thank you, Madam. SUPER I'm not a madam. I'm a concierge.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTER THE BUILDING.CUT TO FRANZ LIEBKIND. HE IS IN HIS EARLY FORTIES. HE ISWEARING, AS ALWAYS, A GERMAN HELMET. HE CROUCHES BESIDE AHUGE PIGEON COOP. IN HIS LEFT HAND HE TENDERLY HOLDS APIGEON. IN HIS RIGHT, A SMALL PHOTO OF ADOLPH HITLER. HESHOWS THE PICTURE TO THE BIRD. HE MOVES IT BACK AND FORTHUNTIL HE IS SURE THE BIRD IS FOCUSED ON IT PROPERLY. LIEBKIND (to pigeon) Hilda, look ... look good ... Hilda, you're not looking. Hilda, if he lives, I know you will find him.HE KISSES THE BIRD AND TOSSES IT SKYWARD.CUT TO ROOF DOOR. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTER ONTO THE ROOF.THEY LOOK FOR LIEBKIND. HE IS NOT ON THAT SIDE OF ROOF.THEY WALK AROUND TO OTHER SIDE. AS SOON AS THEY TURN THECORNER, THEY SPOT LIEBKIND CROUCHED NEAR THE COOP. BLOOM (quietly to Bialystock) He's wearing a German helmet. BIALYSTOCK (in a fierce whisper) Shhh. Don't say anything to offend him. We need that play. (cups his hands to his mouth and calls up to the coop) Franz Liebkind?LIEBKIND IS NOT AWARE OF THEIR PRESENCE UNTIL HE HEARS HISNAME CALLED. 36.STARTLED, HE QUICKLY FLIPS HITLER'S PICTURE UNDER HIS HELMET. LIEBKIND (he speaks with a German accent) I vas never a member of the Nazi party. I am not responsible. I only followed orders. Who are you? BIALYSTOCK Mr. Liebkind, wait. You don't understand. LIEBKIND Vhy do you persecute me? My papers are in order. I love my country. (he sings) "Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber vaves of grain." BIALYSTOCK Mr. Liebkind, wait ... LIEBKIND (singing) "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy ... BIALYSTOCK (interrupting) Mr. Liebkind, relax, relax, we're not from the government. We came here to talk to you about your play. LIEBKIND My play? You mean, "Springtime For ... " you know who? BIALYSTOCK Yes. LIEBKIND Vat about it? BIALYSTOCK We loved it. We thought it was a masterpiece. That's why we're here. We want to produce it on Broadway. LIEBKIND You're not, as you Americans say, dragging my leg, are you? 37. BLOOM No, not at all sir, we're quite serious. We want to produce your play. (he reaches into his attache case and displays a legal looking document) I have the contracts right here. LIEBKIND (looking up) Oh joy of joys! Oh, dream of dreams! I can't believe it. (he turns to the pigeons) Birds, birds, do you hear? Otto, Bertz, Heintz, Hans, Wolfgang, do you hear? Ve are going to clear the Fuhrer's name. Fly, fly, spread the words.HE OPENS THE CAGES AND SETS THE BIRDS FREE. LIEBKIND (singing at the top of his lungs) "Deutchland, Deutchland, uber alles, Uber alles in der velt."BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN ALARM. LIEBKIND (singing for all he's worth) "Deutchland, Deutchland ... " BLOOM (shouting) Mr. Liebkind, Mr. Liebkind.LIEBKIND STOPS SINGING. LIEBKIND Vat? BLOOM People can hear you. LIEBKIND OH. (he sings) "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, Yankee Doodle is my ... " Listen, this is not place to talk. Come! (MORE) 38. LIEBKIND (CONT'D) We go to my flat. An occasion like this calls for Schnapps.DISSOLVE TO FRANZ LIEBKIND'S APARTMENT. LIEBKIND HAS JUSTFINISHED POURING THREE GLASSES OF SCHNAPPS. HE PUTS THEBOTTLE ON A TRAY. LIEBKIND (as he hands glasses to Bialystock and Bloom) Mr. Bloom, Mr. Bialystock. Gentleman, with your permission, I would like to propose a toast to the greatest man that ever lived. Let us say his name quietly to ourselves. The walls have ears.CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF FRANZ LIEBKIND. LIEBKIND (a fervent whisper) Adolph Hitler. (he downs drink)CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF BLOOM. BLOOM (whisper) Sigmund Freud. (he downs drink)CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK (whisper) Max Bialystock. (he downs drink)BACK TO SCENE. LIEBKIND I vas vit him a great deal, you know. BIALYSTOCK With whom? 39. 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 Really, I never dreamed ... 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, and could dance the pants off 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, PRODUCESA PEN, HANDS THEM TO BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK SPREADS THECONTRACT 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.LIEBKIND LEAVES THE ROOM. 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 OFRITUALISTIC PARAPHERNALIA. LIEBKIND PLACES ALL THE STUFF ONTHE 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, LIEBKINDADDRESSES THEM. LIEBKIND Please to don your helmets.FROM THE TABLE THEY TAKE CLASSIC WAGNERIAN HELMETS (WITHHORNS) AND PLACE THEM ON THEIR HEADS. LIEBKIND Please to light your candles.THEY EACH TAKE A HUGE WHITE CANDLE FROM THE TABLE AND LIGHTIT. LIEBKIND FLICKS THE LIGHT SWITCH. NOW THEY ARE IN THEDARK 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 THEOTHER WAY. LIEBKIND PRICKS THEM WITH THE SACRED SAFETY PIN,AND SQUEEZES A FEW DROPS OF BLOOD FROM EACH INTO THE SACREDVESSEL (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 ITSZENITH. IT ECHOES THROUGH THE ROOM AS WE FADE OUT.FADE IN ON BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM AS THEY WALK UP STREET AWAYFROM TENEMENT. IT IS LATE AFTERNOON. THEY ARE BOTH WEARINGSWASTIKA 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 LITTERBASKET. BIALYSTOCK SPOTS A PASSING TAXI. HE WHISTLES. ITSTOPS. 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 CONTINUESSPEAKING 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!THE CAB SPEEDS AWAY.SWISH PAN CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF LITTLE OLD LADY #3. IN HERHAND SHE HOLDS A BUBBLING GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE. SHE RAISES ITTO BIALYSTOCK.PULL BACK TO TWO SHOT OF BIALYSTOCK AND LITTLE OLD LADY.THEY ARE SEATED IN A CORNER BOOTH OF A LITTLE VIENNESE CAFE. LITTLE OLD LADY #3 Here's to the success of your new play.BIALYSTOCK RAISES HIS GLASS. 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 OFTHE ARMS IS ATTACHED TO A LITTLE OLD LADY. THE TOAST IS AFIASCO, BIALYSTOCK GETTING MOST OF THE CHAMPAGNE OVER HISVEST AND TROUSERS. LITTLE OLD LADY #3 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. LITTLE OLD LADY #3 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 CHECKAND BEGINS TO HAND IT TO BIALYSTOCK. AT THIS MOMENT, WE AREASSAULTED BY THE PASSIONATE SOUND OF A CRYING VIOLIN.CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL A VIOLINIST IN GYPSY ATTIRECLOSING IN ON THE TABLE. THE LITTLE OLD LADY IS DELIGHTEDBY THE VIOLINIST AND UNFORTUNATELY FOR BIALYSTOCK STOPS THEPASSAGE OF THE CHECK AS HER ATTENTION IS DIVERTED.BIALYSTOCK CAUTIOUSLY REACHES OUT TO SNATCH THE CHECK BUTEACH TIME THAT HE DOES, A TURN IN THE MUSIC MAKES THE LITTLEOLD LADY CLUTCH HER HEART. BIALYSTOCK IS VERY UNHAPPY. HEQUIETLY BRINGS HIS FOOT FROM BENEATH THE TABLE AND PLACES ITDIRECTLY OVER THE FOOT OF THE VIOLINIST.CUT TO CLOSE-UP OF BIALYSTOCK'S FOOT POISED OVER VIOLINIST'SFOOT. BIALYSTOCK PROCEEDS TO CRUSH VIOLINIST'S FOOT.CUT TO VIOLINIST'S FACE. SOMEHOW IT CONVEYS TO US ALL THEMISERY AND PAIN OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. WITH EYES CROSSEDBY GRIEF, HE LIMPS TO ANOTHER TABLE. BIALYSTOCK QUICKLYREACHES OUT AND SNATCHES THE CHECK.SWISH PAN CUT TO HANSOM CAB THREADING ITS WAY THROUGHCENTRAL PARK. NIGHT.CUT TO INTERIOR OF CAB. BIALYSTOCK IS COZILY ENSCONCED WITHLITTLE OLD LADY #4. BIALYSTOCK (taking check from old lady) Thank you, my dear. LITTLE OLD LADY #4 Oh, Bialy, Bialy, tell me again. Tell me again. BIALYSTOCK Edna, I swear on my life, you don't look a day over sixty-five.SWISH PAN CUT TO CITY TRAFFIC. DAY. A TAXI FILLS THESCREEN. AS IT MOVES OUT OF FRAME, WE DISCOVER BIALYSTOCKAND LITTLE OLD LADY #5 ASTRIDE A RED AND WHITE HONDA MOTORSCOOTER. AS THEY ROAR PAST THE CAMERA, BIALYSTOCK SHOUTS. 46. BIALYSTOCK Clear the road! Clear the road! LITTLE OLD LADY #5 (clutching Bialystock fiercely) Go, Bialy, baby, go!SWISH PAN CUT TO POSH PARK AVENUE APARTMENT. NIGHT. APRIVATE CONCERN IS IN PROGRESS. A THIN, CONSUMPTIVE-LOOKINGYOUNG MAN FINGERS HIS WAY THROUGH A CHOPIN NOCTURNE.CAMERA SLOWLY PANS THE ROOM. SEATED IN A SEMI-CIRCLE AROUNDTHE PIANO ON VARIOUS PIECES OF DELICATE EMPIRE FURNITURE ISAN AUSTERE GROUP OF ELDERLY DIGNIFIED PATRONS OF THE ARTS.SUDDENLY AN OLD LADY'S SHRIEK RENDS THE AIR. EVERYONE'SHEAD TURNS. LITTLE OLD LADY #6 (slightly flustered) Go on with the concert! Go on with the concert! It's nothing. Nothing.BIALYSTOCK STARES STRAIGHT AHEAD. LITTLE OLD LADY #6 (to Bialystock, smiling) You dirty man.SWISH PAN CUT TO NEW YORK STREET. OLD FASHIONED LIMOUSINEPULLS INTO VIEW. THE WINDOW SHADES ARE DRAWN. AS ITPASSES, WE DETECT STRANGE SOUNDS EMANATING FROM THE INTERIOR. LITTLE OLD LADY #7 (off camera) Tee hee, ha ha ha, ho ho, ooo, ooo, teehee hee. BIALYSTOCK (off camera, simultaneously) Heh, heh, heh. Hah, hah, hah.THE CAR DRIVES OUT OF FRAME.SWISH PAN CUT TO SCULPTOR'S ATELIER. DAY. AN ANCIENTLITTLE OLD LADY WEARING A SCULPTOR'S SMOCK IS FEEBLY CHIPPINGAWAY WITH CHISEL AND HAMMER AT A HUGE SQUARE BLOCK OF MARBLE.SHE MAKES NOT A SCRATCH ON IT.CAMERA DOLLIES BACK TO REVEAL BIALYSTOCK, HER SUBJECT,STANDING NUDE, EXCEPT FOR LOIN CLOTH, HOLDING UP AN ENORMOUSGLOBE. HE IS OBVIOUSLY ATLAS. 47. LITTLE OLD LADY #8 (stepping back to admire her work) Well, Bialy, how's it coming? BIALYSTOCK It's beautiful, Alma, beautiful. (to the heavens) Oi.SWISH PAN CUT TO LIVING ROOM. NIGHT. BIALYSTOCK, DRESSEDAS A TURKISH SLAVE, IS ASLEEP ON THE SOFA. THE ROOM HASBEEN DONE IN A BYZANTINE DECOR. THE STRAINS OF SCHEHERAZADESOFTLY FILL THE ROOM. SUDDENLY A WHIP COMES FLASHING INTOTHE FRAME AND WHACKS AGAINST THE TORSO OF THE SLEEPINGBIALYSTOCK.SHOT WIDENS TO REVEAL 'HOLD ME, TOUCH ME' WIELDING THE WHIP.SHE IS DRESSED IN AN 'ARABIAN NIGHTS' COSTUME. HOLD ME, TOUCH ME Dance! Dance, slave!BIALYSTOCK IS UP IN A FLASH AND INTO A QUICK TURKISH TIMESTEP SO AS TO AVOID THE DEADLY LASH. BIALYSTOCK How's this? HOLD ME, TOUCH ME Faster, faster, you dog. Excite me, delight me. Hold me, touch me.CUT TO CLOSE-UP OF BIALYSTOCK'S FACE AS HE DANCES. BIALYSTOCK (murmuring to himself) Money is honey, money is honey.DISSOLVE TO BIALYSTOCK'S OFFICE. NIGHT. BIALYSTOCK ISSEATED AT THE DESK. ON ONE SIDE OF HIM IS A LARGE STACK OFSIGNED INVESTOR CONTRACTS. ON THE OTHER AN EQUALLY LARGEPILE OF UNSIGNED ONES. BIALYSTOCK SIGNS FURIOUSLY, AS BLOOMFEEDS THE CONTRACTS TO HIM. BLOOM (handing Bialystock contract) Mrs. Sarah Catheart. She owns 50% of the profits.BIALYSTOCK DUTIFULLY SIGNS. BLOOM TAKES ANOTHER AND PLACESIT BEFORE BIALYSTOCK. 48. BLOOM Mrs. Eleanor Biddlecombe. She also owns 50% of the profits.BIALYSTOCK SIGNS. BLOOM PUTS THE NEXT ONE DOWN. BLOOM Mrs. Virginia Resnick. She also owns 50% of the profits.BIALYSTOCK SIGNS. BLOOM TAKES ANOTHER. BLOOM Mrs. Alma Wentworth. She owns 100% of the profits.BIALYSTOCK SIGNS. THEN LOOKS UP AT BLOOM. BIALYSTOCK Leo, what if this play is a hit? BLOOM Then the Department of Justice owns 100% of Bialystock and Bloom. BIALYSTOCK (Bloom's thought makes him unhappy) OI. I'm depressed. Leo, do me a favor. Open the safe. I want to see the money.LEO, HUMORING HIM, SPINS THE COMBINATION DIAL ON SAFE ANDOPENS IT.CUT TO INSIDE OF SAFE. IT IS JAMMED FULL OF NEATLY STACKEDPILES OF MONEY.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES IN FRONT OF SAFE. BIALYSTOCK (to himself. Inhales deeply) That's better.BIALYSTOCK TAKES OUT A STACK OF NEATLY FOLDED BILLS. HESMELLS IT, KISSES IT AND PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET. BLOOM What are you doing? BIALYSTOCK I'm going to buy a toy. I worked very, very hard and I think I deserve a toy. 49. BLOOM (quizzically) A toy?DISSOLVE TO CLOSE-UP, FACE OF A GORGEOUS BLONDE, ULLA.DOLLY BACK TO REVEAL THE REST OF HER. SHE IS INCREDIBLYWELL-ENDOWED.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. THEIR EYES GLUED TO HER FORM. BLOOM That's a toy? BIALYSTOCK Yes. She's an adult, educational toy made in Sweden for children over fifty.BLOOM STARES AT HIM. BIALYSTOCK Stop looking at me like that. She's not an indulgence. She happens to be our new receptionist. She goes with our new surroundings.QUICKLY PAN POSH NEW WALL-PAPER, FURNISHINGS, ETC. BIALYSTOCK Ulla, I'd like you to meet my partner and associate, Mr. Leo Bloom. ULLA Got dag pa dig. BLOOM How do you do. (to Bialystock) Have you gone mad? A receptionist that can't speak English. What will people say? BIALYSTOCK They'll say, "Oooh, wah, wah, wah, ooh, ooh." BLOOM What is she gonna do here? BIALYSTOCK I'll show you. Ulla, go to work. ULLA Ya, sur. 50.ULLA GOES TO PHONOGRAPH AND PLACES NEEDLE ON RECORD. THEDRIVING SOUND OF A TWIST FILLS THE ROOM. ULLA SENSUOUSLYTWISTS, VIBRATES, FRUGS, WATUSIS AND ROCKS HER BODY IN TIMEWITH MUSIC. BIALYSTOCK See, it helps the day go by. Ulla, okay. Okay.ULLA STOPS, GOES TO PHONOGRAPH AND TAKES NEEDLE OFF. BIALYSTOCK Go to desk. Answer telephone.HE PICKS UP PHONE TO SHOW HER. BIALYSTOCK Bialystock and Bloom. Bialystock and Bloom. ULLA (repeating to herself as she leaves) Bialystock and Blum. Bialystock and Blum. Bialystock and Blum. Got dag pa dig. Bialystock and Blum. BIALYSTOCK (to Bloom, opening up a box on his desk) Hey, Blum, have a cigar. BLOOM No thanks.BIALYSTOCK TAKES AN ENORMOUS BLACK CIGAR. BLOOM Max, maybe...BIALYSTOCK REACHES UNDER HIS DESK. PRESSES BUZZER. WE HEARBUZZING SOUND IN ANTE-ROOM. BLOOM What's that? BIALYSTOCK Nothing. Nothing. Go on.ULLA ENTERS. GOES TO DESK, PICKS UP CIGARETTE LIGHTER,LIGHTS BIALYSTOCK'S CIGAR, KISSES HIM. 51. ULLA (pinching Bialystock's cheek) Min Bialystock.ULLA LEAVES. BIALYSTOCK Nice girl. BLOOM Max, as I was saying, maybe we should go easy on the spending. I mean these offices and everything. BIALYSTOCK Why? Take it when you can get it! Flaunt it, baby, flaunt it! BLOOM But if something should... God forbid... go wrong, at least we could give them some of their money back. It would look better in court. BIALYSTOCK Stop talking like that, you white mouse! Nothing's going to go wrong. As a matter of fact, today I have taken steps to insure total disaster. At two o'clock we have an appointment with none other than Roger De Bris. BLOOM (searching) Roger De Bris. Roger De Bris. Oh yes, the director. Is he good... I mean bad? BIALYSTOCK Roger De Bris is the worst director that ever lived. BLOOM Do you think he'll take the job? BIALYSTOCK Only if we ask him.BIALYSTOCK CONSULTS HIS WATCH.
 
52. BIALYSTOCK Come on. We'd better hurry. We're late.BIALYSTOCK BUZZES. ULLA ENTERS. BIALYSTOCK Call chauffeur. Get car. ULLA (smiling) Good. Good. We go Motel. BIALYSTOCK No. We go. (he indicates Bloom and himself) ULLA You, Blum go Motel. BIALYSTOCK No. No Motel. Get car. Get car. ULLA (as she leaves) Get car. Get car. BIALYSTOCK Very nice girl.DISSOLVE TO STREET IN FRONT OF CHIC TOWNHOUSE UPPER SIXTIES.DAY. A WHITE ROLLS ROYCE LIMO PULLS UP. A LIVERIEDCHAUFFEUR WITH SMALL LATIN-TYPE MUSTACHE GETS OUT AND OPENSDOOR FOR PASSENGERS. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM GET OUT. BIALYSTOCK (to chauffeur) Thank you, Rudolfo.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM CLIMB THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR.BIALYSTOCK PUSHES THE DOORBELL. WE HEAR CHIMES. BIALYSTOCK (whispering) Now don't let anything he does or says upset you. He's a little peculiar. BLOOM What do you mean? 53.THE DOOR OPENS. FRAMED IN THE DOORWAY IS A THIN, STRANGELOOKING MAN IN A BLACK TURTLENECK SWEATER. (CARMEN GIYA)HE CONTEMPLATES THEM COLDLY. CARMEN Yesssssss? BIALYSTOCK I am Max Bialystock. This is my associate, Mr. Bloom. We have an appointment with Mr. De Bris. CARMEN Ah, yes, you're expected. Please come in.THEY ENTER THE VESTIBULE. CARMEN CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND THEM. CARMEN How do you do. I'm Carmen Giya, Mr. De Bris' private secretary. Would you be so kind as to remove your shoes.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM LOOK AT EACH OTHER BEWILDERED. CARMEN White, white, white is the color of our carpets.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM REMOVE THEIR SHOES. CARMEN (to Bloom indicating a rack of slippers) Now, let's see, you're wearing grey. I would suggest the crimson. They're a little vivid, but your suit is so quiet. (to Bialystock, studying his mish mash attire) Why don't you... Oh, take anything. Please follow me.CARMEN LEADS THE WAY. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM SCUFF AFTER HIM.WE FOLLOW THEM DOWN A NARROW CORRIDOR LINED WITH EXAMPLES OFCLASSIC GREEK SCULPTURE -- EACH ONE DEPICTING NUDE MALES INVARIOUS POSES.INT: ELEVATOR.CUT TO ROGER DE BRIS' BOUDOIR SITTING ROOM. IT IS ELEGANTLYFEMININE. 54.CHAISE LOUNGE, ANTIQUE MIRRORS, LOUIS XVI ARMOIRE ANDDRESSING TABLE. FROM BEHIND AN ORNATE DRESSING SCREEN, WEHEAR MUFFLED SOUNDS OF DISCONTENT. DE BRIS (from behind screen) I'll never get into this damned thing.CUT TO BOUDOIR ENTRANCE. CARMEN, BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTER. CARMEN (to De Bris) We're not alone.DE BRIS' HEAD POPS OVER THE SCREEN. HE IS A ONCE HANDSOME,NOW DISSIPATED MAN IN HIS LATE FORTIES. DE BRIS Ah, Messers Bialystock and Bloom, I presume. Ha, ha, ha, forgive the pun. BLOOM (to Bialystock) What pun? BIALYSTOCK (a curt whisper) Shut up. He thinks he's witty. (to De Bris) It's good to see you again, Roger. Did you get a chance to read "Springtime For Hitler?"DE BRIS EMERGES FROM BEHIND THE SCREEN. HE IS WEARING A"LADY WINDERMERE'S FAN" STYLE DRESS. DE BRIS Remarkable. Remarkable. A stunning piece of work. BLOOM (shocked, whispers) Max! He's wearing a dress. (his mouth remains open) BIALYSTOCK Shhhhhh. 55. DE BRIS (continuing) I think it's a very important play. I, for one, never realized that the Third Reich meant Germany. I mean it's drenched with historical goodies like that.DE BRIS IS SUDDENLY AWARE OF BLOOM'S EXPRESSION. (BLOOM'SMOUTH IS STILL AGAPE.) DE BRIS Oh, dear, you're staring at my dress. I should explain. I'm going to the Choreographer's Ball tonight. There's a prize for the best costume. CARMEN (smugly) We always win. DE BRIS (looking in the mirror) I'm not so sure about tonight. I'm supposed to be the Grand Duchess -- I think I look more like Tugboat Annie. What do you think?HE PARADES BACK AND FORTH, EXECUTING SHARP TURNS LIKE AMODEL AT A FASHION SHOW. DE BRIS No be cruel. Be brutal. Be brutal. Because heaven knows they will. Well, what do you think, Mr. Bloom? BLOOM (very embarrassed) Well, it's... uh... it's nice and long... I mean, it's... uh... uh... where do you keep your wallet? BIALYSTOCK (jumping in) It's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You couldn't have picked a better color. It brings out your eyes. Let's face it, Roger, that dress is you. 56. DE BRIS (his eyes flashing flirtatiously) Do you really think it brings out my eyes? CARMEN (irritated) We can't tell a thing without your wig. As far as I'm concerned, you're only half-dressed. DE BRIS Ummmm. Well, if you're so worried about the wig, get it, o' wicked witch of the west.CARMEN TURNS IN A HUFF AND LEAVES TO GET THE WIG. DE BRISREACHES INTO CUT CRYSTAL CIGARETTE BOX, TAKES CIGARETTE,TAPS IT, AND HOLDS IT FOR A LIGHT. BIALYSTOCK (in a whisper to Bloom) Quick, light his cigarette. He likes you.BLOOM NERVOUSLY REACHES FOR A BOOK OF MATCHES, RIPS ONE OUTAND STRIKES IT. IT DOESN'T LIGHT. HE TRIES ANOTHER ANDANOTHER. ONE FINALLY CATCHES FIRE. HE TRIES TO HOLD ITSTEADY, BUT HE IS TOO NERVOUS. DE BRIS FIRMLY PLACES HISHAND OVER BLOOM'S TO STEADY THE FLAME. DE BRIS Didn't I meet you on a summer cruise?HE LIGHTS THE CIGARETTE BUT CONTINUES TO HOLD BLOOM'S HAND. BLOOM I've... I've... never been on a cruise. DE BRIS Oh, quel dommage.CARMEN ENTERS CARRYING WIG. HE SEES DE BRIS HOLDING BLOOM'SHAND. CARMEN (snidely) Oh, I see we're getting acquainted.DE BRIS DROPS BLOOM'S HAND AND TURNS ON CARMEN. 57. DE BRIS How would you like to go back to teasing hair, big mouth? BIALYSTOCK Roger, do you mind if we talk a little business? DE BRIS Please, please, that's what we're here for. (to Carmen, who is adjusting the wig) Be careful, that hurt. BIALYSTOCK I think this would be a marvelous opportunity for you, Roger. Up to now, you've always been associated with musicals, and... DE BRIS Yes. Dopey show-girls in gooey gowns. Two-three-kick-turn! Turn- turn-kick-turn! It's enough to make you throw up! At last a chance to do straight drama! To deal with conflict, with inner truth. Roger De Bris presents history. Of course, I think we should add a little music. That whole third act has got to go. They're losing the war. It's too depressing. We'll have to put something in there. (gripped by his vision) Aaahghhh! I see it! A line of beautiful girls, dressed as Storm Troopers, black patent leather boots, all marching together... Two-three-kick-turn! Turn-turn- kick-turn! BIALYSTOCK That's genius. That's genius. Roger, I think I speak for Mr. Bloom and myself when I say that you're the only man in the world who can do justice to SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER. 58. DE BRIS (in one rush) Wait a minute. This is a very big decision. It might effect the course of my entire life. I'll have to think about it. I'll do it.DE BRIS EXTENDS HIS HAND. BIALYSTOCK SHAKES IT. BIALYSTOCK Congratulations. DE BRIS (to Carmen) Get on the phone. Send out a casting call. Call every agent in town. I want to see everybody. Everybody.DISSOLVE TO STAGE DOOR OF BROADWAY THEATRE. DAY. SIGN ONDOOR READS: CASTING TODAY -- SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER.QUICK DISSOLVE TO INTERIOR OF THEATRE. THE PLACE IS AMADHOUSE. HUNDREDS OF WOULD-BE HITLERS FILL THE STAGE.EACH AND EVERY ONE WITH THE FUHRER'S HAIRCUT AND LITTLESQUARE MUSTACHE. THERE ARE TALL HITLERS, SHORT HITLERS, FATHITLERS, SKINNY HITLERS, METHOD HITLERS, SHAKESPEAREANHITLERS, ALL KINDS HITLERS.CUT TO FIRST ROW OF AUDIENCE. SEATED THERE, WATCHING THEBEDLAM, ARE BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM, DE BRIS, CARMEN GIYA ANDFRANZ LIEBKIND. BIALYSTOCK (looking for the least likely Hitler) Roger, what about that one? The fat Hitler on the right? DE BRIS I don't know. I rather fancy that one.CUT TO BEAUTIFUL, BLOND, MUSCULAR, YOUNG MAN, WHO LOOKS ASIF HE IS POSING FOR "BODY BEAUTIFUL." HE BEARS NOT THESLIGHTEST RESEMBLANCE TO HITLER EVEN THOUGH HE DOES SPORT ALITTLE BLACK MUSTACHE.CUT BACK TO BIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK Not bad. Not bad. What do you think, Franz? 59. LIEBKIND (very emotional) I don't know. I don't know. For some strange reason, I'm deeply moved. (he wipes away a tear) DE BRIS (getting to his feet) Oh, this is bedlam, bedlam. We must have some order.DE BRIS, FOLLOWED BY CARMEN, HOPS TO THE STAGE AND ADDRESSESTHE MILLING MOB. DE BRIS (clapping his hands for attention) Will all the dancing Hitlers please wait in the wings. We're only taking the singing Hitlers.AS THE DANCING HITLERS LEAVE THE STAGE, CARMEN ARRANGES THESINGING HITLERS SO THAT THEY ARE IN A LONG STRAIGHT LINEAGAINST THE BACK OF THE STAGE WALL. CARMEN READS OUT A NAMEAND THE FIRST SINGING HITLER WALKS DOWNSTAGE TO AUDITION.EXCEPT FOR A SPORTY LITTLE HITLER MUSTACHE, HE BEARS LITTLERESEMBLANCE TO THE FUHRER. CARMEN Arthur Packard. DE BRIS Hello, Arthur. Tell us something about yourself. ARTHUR PACKARD (in a strangulated tenor's voice) I was the lead tenor of the Albuquerque Opera Company for two seasons. I just finished a road tour of STUDENT PRINCE. And last season I was up for the lead in the Broadway production of Circus Man. DE BRIS What happened? ARTHUR PACKARD I didn't get it. 60. DE BRIS What are you going to sing for us Arthur?AS ARTHUR TELLS HIM THE TITLE OF HIS SONG, DE BRIS MOUTHS ITWORD FOR WORD TOWARD HIS FRIEND, CARMEN. ARTHUR PACKARD The soliloquy from CAROUSEL.FROM THE PIT THE PIANO PLAYS A FOUR BAR INTRODUCTION. ARTHUR PACKARD (sings) My boy Bill will be strong and as tall as a... DE BRIS Thank you.ARTHUR SHRUGS AND LEAVES THE STAGE. DE BRIS Next please. CARMEN Jason Green.JASON GREEN COMES DOWNSTAGE. HE IS A BIG, BARREL-CHESTEDMAN. HE ALSO WEARS HITLER-TYPE MUSTACHE. DE BRIS Well, Jason, what have you been doing lately? JASON GREEN (in basso profundo) For the last sixteen years, I've been touring with "Naughty Marietta." DE BRIS Good. And what are you going to sing for us, Jason?AS JASON TELLS HIM THE SONG'S TITLE, DE BRIS ONCE AGAINMOUTHS IT WORD FOR WORD WITH HIM. JASON GREEN "Stout-hearted Men."BEGINNING OF "STOUT-HEARTED MEN" MONTAGE.THERE IS A SHORT PIANO INTRODUCTION. 61. JASON GREEN (singing) "Give me some men Who are stout-hearted men Who will fight for the right they adore." DE BRIS (off-camera voice) Thaaank you.DISSOLVE TO A NEW HITLER SINGING (LITTLE BALD MAN) BALD HITLER (singing) "Show me some men Who are stout-hearted men And I'll soon show you ten thousand more."
 
DE BRIS (off-camera voice) Thaaank you.DISSOLVE TO ANOTHER HITLER (ITALIAN BASSO) ITALIAN HITLER (singing) "Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder They grow as they march to the war." DE BRIS (voice off camera) Thaaank you.DISSOLVE TO DELICATE HITLER DELICATE HITLER (singing) "There is nothing in this world can halt or mar our plan." DE BRIS (voice off camera) Thaank you.DISSOLVE TO SHORT-HAIRED WOMAN HITLER SHORT-HAIRED WOMAN HITLER "When stout-hearted men Will get together man to man." 62. DE BRIS (voice off camera) Thaaank you.CUT TO CARMEN GIYA ON STAGE. IT IS NOW EMPTY. CARMEN Well, that's it.CUT TO FIRST ROW OF AUDIENCE. SLOW PAN BIALYSTOCK, BLOOM,DE BRIS, AD LIEBKIND. THEY ARE TIRED, DISHEVELED AND UNHAPPY. BLOOM I think that's enough Hitlers for one day. Maybe we'll get lucky tomorrow. BIALYSTOCK You think out of all those Hitlers you could find just one... LIEBKIND It was the same thing in Germany. We looked for years before we found the right Hitler.FROM OFF-STAGE WE HEAR THE SHARP CLICK OF BOOTS APPROACHING.ALL EYES TURN TOWARD THE STAGE. FROM OUT OF THE WINGS STEPSA YOUNG PERSON IN A LEATHER DOUBLET, HIGH LEATHER BOOTS, ANDEXTREMELY LONG HAIR. IT CARRIES A GUITAR. UNTIL IT SPEAKS,WE ARE NOT SURE WHETHER IT IS A YOUNG MAN OR A YOUNG WOMAN.(LORENZO ST. DU BOIS) LSD Hey, man. CARMEN I beg your pardon. LSD Is this where they're auditioning Boomerang? CARMEN (studying him coldly) No, I'm afraid you've wandered into the wrong theatre. LSD (to himself, as he starts to leave) Man, freaked out again. 63. BIALYSTOCK (leaping to his feet) Wait! This is Boomerang. This is Boomerang. DE BRIS (to Bialystock) What are you saying? BIALYSTOCK Let's hear him. What have we got to lose? (to LSD) What's your name? LSD Lorenzo Saint DuBois. But everybody calls me LSD. DE BRIS What have you done, LSD? LSD Six months, I'm out on probation, but it's cool now, baby. DE BRIS I mean in show business. LSD Oh, in show business. Well, let's put it this way, my next job will be my debut. DE BRIS What do you do best? LSD Hey, man, I can't do that here, that's what they put me away for. DE BRIS Oh, sing. Sing! LSD Hey, baby, that's where they put me, Sing-Sing. How'd you know that, you been up? DE BRIS (a little hysterical) Sing a song! Just sing a song! 64. LSD Here's a little thing I think you're going to see on the charts any day. I wrote it last night in my sleep. It's a Hindu Zen Folk Rock Ballad.LSD SINGS "I'M THE VICTIM OF A MULTI-MYSTIC FREAK-OUT." THESONG IS GEARED TO THE AU COURANT "RAGA ROCK" BEAT. PHRASESSUCH AS, "CONNECT WITH THE INFINITE" AND "TURN ON THEWORLD." LORENZO FINISHES THE NUMBER.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK, BLOOM, LIEBKIND AND DE BRIS. THEY ARESTUNNED. BIALYSTOCK IS THE FIRST TO RECOVER. BIALYSTOCK (shouting) That's our Hitler! LIEBKIND (howls of despair) Vaaaat??? BIALYSTOCK (quickly) Franz, don't you see, Hitler was a man of his time. This is a man of his time. LIEBKIND But he has long hair! BIALYSTOCK Don't look at the outside, look at the inside. It's the inner Hitler we're after. The young beautiful Hitler, who danced his way to glory. LIEBKIND I don't know. I don't know. DE BRIS (he has been studying LSD intensely) Could be an exciting piece of off- beat casting. Of course, we'd have to do something about that coiffure. LIEBKIND But he's so crazy, he's so sloppy, he's so... so... American! 65. BIALYSTOCK Franz, trust me. I promise I won't let you down. LIEBKIND All right, but remember, if you damage the Fuhrer's reputation, I kill you.DISSOLVE TO MARQUEE OF BROADWAY THEATRE. MARQUEE READS:OPENING TONIGHT - SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER. Directed by ROGERDE BRIS.PAN DOWN TO THEATRE ENTRANCE. THE SIDEWALK IS CHOKED WITHOPENING NIGHTERS, ALL AGLITTER IN DIAMONDS, FURS AND ELEGANTTUXEDOS. LUXURIOUS BLACK LIMOUSINES PULL UP TO THE CURB,DEPOSITING THEIR RICH CONTENTS, THE MAJORITY OF WHICH ARELITTLE OLD LADIES.CUT TO LOBBY. THERE IN THE MIDST OF THE SWIRLING CONFUSIONSTAND BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM IN THEIR OPENING NIGHT TAILS.BIALYSTOCK IS RESPLENDENT IN A BLACK SILK CAPE, LINED INCRIMSON SATIN. BLOOM'S TAILS ARE OBVIOUSLY RENTED. THEYARE NEAR THE TICKET TAKER. AS SOME OF THE OPENING NIGHT"SUPPORTERS" ENTER THE THEATRE, THEY SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENTS TOBIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. TO EACH OF THE WELL-WISHERS,BIALYSTOCK RESPONDS WITH A SMILE AND A MUMBLE. THEY GET THESMILE, WE HEAR THE MUMBLE. FIRST WELL-WISHER (a silver-haired gentleman in his late fifties) Good luck, Max, I hope it's a big hit. BIALYSTOCK (mumbling) Bite your tongue. SECOND WELL-WISHER (a little old lady) We're gonna do it this time, Bialy, I just know it. BIALYSTOCK I hope you lose your bloomers. THIRD WELL-WISHER (another old lady) My prayers go with you, Bialy. BIALYSTOCK God Forbid. 66.CUT TO LIMOUSINE PULLING UP IN FRONT OF THEATRE. DOORMANOPENS DOOR, ASSISTS RICH COUPLE OUT OF CAR. LIMOUSINE PULLSAWAY. A MOTORCYCLE WITH SIDE-CAR ROARS UP TO FRONT OFTHEATRE. AT THE HANDLEBARS, BEAUTIFULLY DECKED OUT INTUXEDO AND HIS EVER POPULAR GERMAN HELMET IS FRANZ LIEBKIND.CAMERA FOLLOWS LIEBKIND AS HE ENTERS LOBBY. HE MAKES HISWAY THROUGH THE MILLING THRONG TOWARD BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. LIEBKIND (to Bialystock and Bloom, very seriously) Gentlemen, this is a very momentous moment.HE CLICKS HIS HEELS AND SHAKES HANDS WITH EACH OF THEM. LIEBKIND (to Bloom) Good luck. (to Bialystock) Good luck.HE STARTS INTO THEATRE, STOPS, TURNS BACK TO BIALYSTOCK ANDBLOOM. LIEBKIND (a mad gleam in his eye) Tonight, New York. Tomorrow, the world!HE TURNS TRIUMPHANTLY AND ENTERS THE THEATRE. OFF-CAMERA VOICE (GIRL) Check your hat? LIEBKIND (off camera) No!! BIALYSTOCK So much for Nutsy Fagin. BLOOM (nudging Bialystock, whispers) Here comes the Times Drama Critic. BIALYSTOCK Watch closely, as Bialystock drives the last nail into the coffin.BIALYSTOCK AMBLES OVER TO THE TIMES CRITIC, WHO HAS STOPPEDTO CHAT WITH SOME PEOPLE. 67. BIALYSTOCK Always delighted to see the gentlemen of the press. There you are, sir. Two on the aisle, compliments of the management. (he smiles unctuously) DRAMA CRITIC (haughtily accepting tickets) Thank you. Here, wait a minute. There seems to be some mistake. There's a hundred dollar bill wrapped around these tickets. BIALYSTOCK (conspiratorially) It's no mistake. Enjoy the show. DRAMA CRITIC (outraged) Mr. Bialystock, just what do you think you're doing? BIALYSTOCK I'm bribing you. And if you play ball, there's a lot more where that came from.BIALYSTOCK WINKS AND SAUNTERS OFF. DRAMA CRITIC (blustering with rage) I... I... I... How dare he! I've never been so insulted in my life! The gall of the man! The incredible gall of the man! I'll fix his wagon.THE CRITIC STALKS INTO THE THEATRE. AS HE PASSES BIALYSTOCK,HE CONTEMPTUOUSLY FLINGS THE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL TO THEFLOOR. HE DISAPPEARS THROUGH THE DOOR. OFF-CAMERA VOICE (GIRL) Check your hat? DRAMA CRITIC (off camera) No!!BIALYSTOCK REACHES DOWN, PICKS UP CRUMPLED DOLLAR BILL,STRAIGHTENS IT OUT, PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET. 68. BIALYSTOCK (grinning like a Cheshire cat) Heh, heh, heh. He'll kill us.FROM INSIDE THE THEATRE, WE HEAR THE OVERTURE BEGINNING.LIGHTS IN THE LOBBY BLINK. BLOOM Come on, they've started the overture.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTER THE THEATRE.CUT TO REVERSE ANGLE. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTERING DARKENEDTHEATRE. THEY TAKE POSITIONS AT THE BACK OF THE HOUSE.BLOOM EXTENDS HIS HAND TO BIALYSTOCK. HE INTENDS TO SPEAKIN A CONFIDENT AND CONTROLLED MANNER BUT WHAT COMES OUT ISAN HYSTERICAL SHRIEK. BLOOM (casually shrieking) Well, Max, this is it!!!HE SCARES HIMSELF AND QUICKLY CLAPS HIS HANDS OVER HIS MOUTH. BLOOM (whispers) I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous. BIALYSTOCK Relax, in two hours our worries will be over.CUT TO STAGE. AS THE OVERTURE IS CONCLUDED, THE CURTAINSLOWLY RISES. ON STAGE THERE IS A LINE OF GIRLS DRESSED INSEXY STORM TROOPER COSTUMES--BLACK PATENT LEATHER BOOTS, ETC.THEIR ARMS ARE LINKED ABOUT ONE ANOTHER AS THEY DANCE ANDKICK IN RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL ROCKETTE FASHION. STORM TROOPER CHORUS (singing) Germany was having trouble, What a sad, sad story. Needed a new leader To restore its former glory. Where, oh, where was he, Who could that man be, We looked around, And then we found, The man for you and me, And now its... 69.THE STORM TROOPER ROCKETTES PART AND FROM ABOVE THEM,DESCENDING TWIN STAIRCASES, WE SEE TWO LINES OF BEAUTIFULSHOWGIRLS, HOLDING HUGE BALLOONS ABOVE THEIR HEADS. ON EACHBALLOON IS PAINTED A PICTURE OF THE FUHRER. EVERYONE SINGSAS THEY DESCEND. ENTIRE CHORUS (singing) "Springtime for Hitler," etc.CUT TO AUDIENCE. NUMBER ON STAGE CONTINUES.CLOSE-UP OF MAN AND WOMAN ON AISLE. WOMAN (DOWAGER) This is shocking!CUT TO ANOTHER AREA OF AUDIENCE. ANOTHER COUPLE. MAN (STUFFED SHIRT) Outrageous!CUT TO CRITIC ON THE AISLE, BIALYSTOCK'S P.O.V. HE SCOWLSAS HE FURIOUSLY MAKES NOTES.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM AT BACK OF THEATRE. THEY ARESMILING. BIALYSTOCK POINTS TO COUPLE WHO HAVE LEFT THEIRSEATS AND STARTED UP THE AISLE. BIALYSTOCK Ahhhhh, it's going better than I expected.THE COUPLE COMES ABREAST OF BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. WOMAN (to man as they exit theatre) Well, talk about bad taste. BIALYSTOCK (he chuckles as they leave) Come, let us repair to the bar across the street. I don't want to be caught here during intermission. We'll be stoned to death.THEY LINK ARMS AND MERRILY MARCH OUT OF THE THEATRE.CUT TO STAGE. "SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER" OPENING IS ENDING INA GREAT CRESCENDO OF PATRIOTIC INSANITY. 70. ENTIRE CHORUS (singing) So Springtime for Hitler, Is Springtime for Goering, Is Springtime for Goebbels, Is Springtime for Himmler, Is Springtime for you and me!!CURTAIN FALLS. THE NUMBER IS RECEIVED BY THE AUDIENCE WITHHUSHED SILENCE. FOLLOWED BY A SURGE TOWARD THE DOORS. THEAISLES ARE CHOKED WITH UNHAPPY PEOPLE, WHO CAN'T WAIT TO GETOUT.CURTAIN RISES. ON STAGE ARE EVA BRAUN AND HITLER (LSD).EVA BRAUN IS A FETCHING BLONDE IN LONG BRAIDS. LSD ISPACING UP AND DOWN. EVA BRAUN SITS ON LOVE SEAT DOWNSTAGE.IN HER HAND IS AN OVERSIZED DAISY. AS SHE PULLS THE PETALSFROM IT, SHE WHINES. SHE HAS A PRONOUNCED AMERICAN ACCENT. EVA Er liebt mir. Er liebt mir nicht. Er liebt mir. (the last petal) Er liebt mir nicht.CUT TO PEOPLE IN AISLE. THEY HAVE NOTICEABLY SLOWED DOWN.SOME ARE WALKING BACKWARDS. THEY ARE INTRIGUED.CUT BACK TO STAGE. EVA (turns to LSD) Du liebt mir nicht! LSD (protesting vehemently) I lieb you baby, I lieb you. You know that. EVA If you lieb me, why are you leaving me? LSD Hey, man, I can't spend all my time with you. I took an oath, baby, Deutschland uber alles.CUT TO AUDIENCE IN AISLES. THEY HAVE ALL STOPPED LEAVING TOTURN AND WATCH. SOME BEGIN TO LAUGH AND OTHERS APPLAUD.THEY LIKE LSD. 71. MAN That's Hitler? I get it! It's a put-on.CUT TO WOMAN. WOMAN Hey, Harry, he's funny.NOW THERE IS A MAD RUSH TO REGAIN THEIR SEATS.CUT TO INTERIOR BAR. IT IS EMPTY EXCEPT FOR THE BARTENDERAND A DRUNK AT THE FAR END OF THE BAR. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOMARE SEATED ON STOOLS AT THE BAR. THEY CLINK GLASSES. BIALYSTOCK Here's to the one and only performance of "Springtime for Hitler."THEY BOTH LAUGH AND DOWN THEIR DRINKS. BIALYSTOCK RAPS ONTHE BAR WITH HIS CANE. BIALYSTOCK Innkeeper, innkeeper, another round of drinks here. As a matter of fact, a round of drinks for everybody in the place!BARTENDER LOOKS AROUND AT THE ALMOST EMPTY BARROOM. DOES ALITTLE TAKE. HE THEN REPLENISHES THEIR DRINKS AND PLACES AGLASS IN FRONT OF THE DRUNK. THE DRUNK TIPS HIS HATGRACIOUSLY TOWARDS BIALYSTOCK. BLOOM Just think, yesterday I was a meaningless little accountant -- and today, I am the producer of a Broadway flop! BIALYSTOCK (raising his glass) To failure! BLOOM To failure! DRUNK (blushing) Oh, thank you! It's very kind of you. (raises his glass and downs his drink) (MORE) 72. DRUNK (CONT'D)CUT BACK TO STAGE. SAME SCENE. EVA STARTS TO CRY. EVA If the Duke of Windsor could give up the Throne of England for the woman he loved, why can't you? LSD It's different. I'm a tyrant, baby.AUDIENCE LAUGHS.CUT TO FRANZ LIEBKIND SEATED IN AN AISLE SEAT. HE NERVOUSLYPINCHES HIS FACE AS HE SEMI-COHERENTLY MUMBLES TO HIMSELF. LIEBKIND (becoming slightly unhinged) Baby, why does he keep saying baby? I didn't write baby. The Fuhrer never said baby. Vat is it vit this baby? WOMAN IN ADJOINING SEAT (very annoyed) Will you shut up! LIEBKIND You shut up! I'm the author. You're just the audience. I outrank you.CUT TO BAR. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ARE A LITTLE TIPSY. BYNOW THE DRUNK HAS JOINED THEM AND ALL THREE ARE GOOD PALS. BIALYSTOCK Bartender, bartender, another drink for myself and my associate, Mr. Bloom. And don't forget our good- natured inebriate over there.DRUNK TIPS HIS HAT GRACIOUSLY. DRUNK Eternally grateful. Sincerely yours, Oliver Wendell Drunk.DURING DRUNK'S SPEECH, BARTENDER HAS REFILLED THEIR GLASSES.HE STANDS BACK, WATCHING THEM AS HE DRIES GLASSES. 73. DRUNK (raises his glass) A toast! BLOOM To what? DRUNK (stumped) To... toast! I love toast. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM To toast. BIALYSTOCK (smacking his glass down on the bar) Now I'll take the lead and I want you right behind me all the way! One... two... three! (singing) "By the light, BLOOM AND DRUNK (singing) "By the light, by the light, BIALYSTOCK "Of the silvery moon, BLOOM AND DRUNK "Of the silvery mooooon, BIALYSTOCK "I want to croon, BLOOM AND DRUNK "He wants to croon, he wants to croon, BIALYSTOCK "To my honey I'll croon, BLOOM AND DRUNK "He's gonna croon love's tune, BIALYSTOCK "Honeymoon, BLOOM AND DRUNK "Honeymoon, honeymoon, BIALYSTOCK "Keep a shining in... 74.BIALYSTOCK STOPS ABRUPTLY. HE POINTS TOWARD THE DOOR. WEHEAR THE SOUND OF PEOPLE ENTERING THE BAR. BIALYSTOCK Intermission! Quick, hide your face. They'll tear us to pieces.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM HOP ON THEIR STOOLS AND COVER THEIRFACES WITH THEIR HANDS. THE DRUNK SHRUGS, HOPS ON THE STOOLNEXT TO THEM AND ALSO HIDES HIS FACE. A HORDE OF FIRSTNIGHTERS SWEEPS INTO THE BAR. THEY ARE ALL AROUNDBIALYSTOCK, BLOOM AND THE DRUNK, CLAMORING FOR DRINKS. CROWD (ad-lib) "Scotch on the rocks," "Bourbon and soda." "Two martinis." "Whiskey sour."THE CROWD IS VERY CHEERFUL. THEY ARE STILL BUBBLING FROMTHE FIRST ACT. WOMAN (to her escort) Well, so far that's about the funniest thing I've ever seen on Broadway.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM LOOK AT EACH OTHER. WOMAN'S ESCORT Never laughed so much in my life. MAN (to his friend) Hysterical, absolutely hysterical. MAN'S FRIEND I thought I'd split my sides. BIALYSTOCK Take it easy, don't panic. There are a lot of plays on this street. They are not necessarily talking about "Springtime For Hitler." HUSBAND (to his wife) Honey, I never in a million years thought I'd ever love a show called "Springtime For Hitler." 75.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM FREEZE. A LITTLE OLD LADY COMES UPBEHIND BIALYSTOCK. SHE RAPS HIM ON THE BACK WITH HERUMBRELLA. LITTLE OLD LADY #8 Bialy, you sly fox, you've done it. It's a smasheroo. BIALYSTOCK (in a daze) Smasheroo. Smasheroo.THE CROWD STARTS TO LEAVE. LITTLE OLD LADY Oh, I'd better hurry back. I don't want to miss one minute of it.THE FIRST NIGHTERS LEAVE THE BAR. ALL THAT REMAIN AREBIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM, THE BARTENDER AND THE DRUNK.BIALYSTOCK SLIPS OFF THE STOOL AND WANDERS TO MIDDLE OFBARROOM. BIALYSTOCK (dazed) Got to think... Got to think... Got to think... Got to think... Got to think...CUT TO BLOOM AT THE BAR, FROZEN, STARING STRAIGHT AHEAD.HIS EYES ARE GLAZED WITH SHOCK. HE STROKES HIS CHEEK WITHHIS LITTLE BLUE BLANKET. BLOOM Mrs. Cathcart -- 50% Mrs. Biddlecombe -- 50% Mrs. Wentworth -- 50% Mrs. Resnick -- 100%THE DRUNK STARES FROM ONE TO THE OTHER. UNHAPPY WITH THEIRPRESENT MOOD, HE DECIDES TO LIVEN THINGS UP AGAIN. HETIPTOES OVER TO BIALYSTOCK, PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND BIALYSTOCK'SWAIST, ROCKS BACK AND FORTH AND BEGINS TO SING. DRUNK (singing) "By the light... By the light, by the light... Of the silvery...BIALYSTOCK PICKS HIM UP AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE BAR. BIALYSTOCK Get away from me, you drunken bum! 76.DRUNK PICKS HIMSELF UP AND DUSTS HIMSELF OFF. DRUNK (indignantly) Fairweather friend!THE DRUNK STAGGERS OUT OF THE BAR. BIALYSTOCK GETS A HOLDOF HIMSELF. BIALYSTOCK Maybe it's not true!BIALYSTOCK RUSHES OVER TO BLOOM. BLOOM (still mumbling to himself) No way out. No way out. BIALYSTOCK Bloom, Bloom, maybe it's not true.BLOOM DOES NOT RESPOND. BIALYSTOCK SHAKES HIM. BLOOM (droning monotonously) No way out. No way out. What? Who? BIALYSTOCK Why don't we go over to the theatre and see what's really happening? After all, we've only heard from a small portion of the audience. Let's hear what the majority thinks. BLOOM (in a trance) The majority. The majority. Yes. Let's hear from the majority.THEY START TO LEAVE.DISSOLVE TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM ENTERING LOBBY OF THEATRE.AS THEY OPEN DOOR TO THEATRE, THEY ARE GREETED BY A SHOCKWAVE OF LAUGHTER. THEY PAUSE STRICKEN. BLOOM I don't want to go in. BIALYSTOCK Come, we have to.THEY TAKE EACH OTHER'S HANDS LIKE TWO FRIGHTENED LITTLE BOYSAND CAUTIOUSLY WALK IN. 77.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM AS THEY ENTER. THEY TAKE THEIRPOSITIONS AT THE BACK OF THE HOUSE AND WATCH THE PROCEEDINGSMEEKLY, LIKE TWO LAMBS AWAITING THE SLAUGHTER.CUT TO STAGE. HITLER HAS OBVIOUSLY CALLED A COUNCIL OF WAR.THE FUHRER IS SURROUNDED BY HIS GENERAL STAFF. GENERAL (making a report) We are falling back on all fronts. Our soldiers are retreating. LSD No good, baby, no good. You heard my orders. Nobody retreats. Attack! Attack! GENERAL Who can we attack? They're all too big. LSD (getting an inspiration) Hey, man, let's stomp Switzerland! GENERAL We can't... we keep our money there!CUT BACK TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. THEY STARE STRAIGHTAHEAD, STONY-FACED. HUGE TEARS WELL UP IN THEIR EYES ANDRUN DOWN THEIR CHEEKS.CUT TO LIEBKIND. HE HAS RIPPED OFF THE ARM OF HIS CHAIR ANDIS EARNESTLY GNAWING AT IT. LIEBKIND Baby, again with that baby. There must be no more babies.LIEBKIND LEAPS FROM HIS SEAT AND HEADS TOWARD THE SIDEENTRANCE LEADING TO THE STAGE.CUT BACK TO STAGE. LSD Where's Goebbels? Where's my little Joe? GENERAL (to the wings) Send for Goebbels. 78. LSD He's the only cat left that still grooves me.GOEBBELS ENTERS LAUGHING. GOEBBELS Heil, baby! I just finished the morning propaganda broadcasts. LSD What did you tell the people? GOEBBELS I told them we invaded England. LSD Hey, baby, that's good! How'd we come out? GOEBBELS We won. LSD Groovy!THEY SMACK HANDS.LAUGH FROM AUDIENCE.CUT TO BACKSTAGE. LIEBKIND COMES CHARGING IN LIKE A LUNATIC. LIEBKIND Bring down the curtain! Bring down the curtain!HE RUSHES FOR THE CURTAIN ROPE. A STAGEHAND ATTEMPTS TOSTOP HIM. HE RIPS OFF HIS HELMET AND BANGS HIM OVER THEHEAD WITH IT. AS HE SLUMPS TO THE GROUND, LIEBKIND UNDOESTHE CURTAIN ROPE.CUT TO ACTORS ON STAGE. LSD Goebbels, you're the only one...THE CURTAIN DROPS WITH A THUD. FROM BENEATH IT CRAWLSLIEBKIND. HE JUMPS UP AND ADDRESSES THE AUDIENCE. LIEBKIND I am the author of this play. You are the victims of a hoax. These are not my words. The Fuhrer never said baby. The Fuhrer was sweet, the Fuhrer was kind, the Fuhrer was good. 79. STAGE MANAGER (off camera) Get that curtain up.CURTAIN STARTS TO RISE. LIEBKIND HURLS HIMSELF IT, ANDHOLDS IT DOWN. LIEBKIND NO! No! The curtain must not go up!DESPITE HIS EFFORTS, THE CURTAIN SLOWLY RISES. LIEBKINDDOES NOT RELEASE HIS HOLD ON IT. HE STARTS TO GO UP. LIEBKIND Stop! Stop!AS THE CURTAIN RISES, WE SEE A BEWILDERED GROUP OF ACTORSAND STAGE HANDS WATCHING LIEBKIND'S ASCENT. THE AUDIENCE,THINKING LIEBKIND'S BEHAVIOR PART OF THE SHOW, ENJOYS THEPROCEEDINGS TREMENDOUSLY. THEY BREAK INTO APPLAUSE.CUT TO CRITIC. HE IS LAUGHING UPROARIOUSLY AND TEARING UPHIS NOTES.CUT BACK TO LIEBKIND. LIEBKIND We have been betrayed! I will return! I will returnnnnn...LIEBKIND DISAPPEARS INTO THE FLIES.DISSOLVE TO ANTEROOM OF BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM'S OFFICE. DAY.ULLA, WEARING A BELTED RAINCOAT, SITS AT THE TYPEWRITER.MUSIC FROM A RECORD PLAYER SOFTLY ROCKS IN THE BACKGROUND.IN HER LEFT HAND SHE HOLDS A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE, FROM WHICHSHE SIPS, WHILE HER RIGHT HAND, INDEX FINGER EXTENDED, STABSAT THE FUNNY LITTLE KEYS. SHE IS HAPPY, IT IS THE RIGHT ONE.THE DOOR FLIES OPEN. THE DESPERATE BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOMENTER. ULLA LEAPS UP, QUICKLY UNDOES HER RAINCOAT, EXPOSINGHER DELICIOUS BODY, CLOTHED ONLY IN BLACK LACE UNDERTHINGS. ULLA We make love? BIALYSTOCK No! No! We don't make love. Go to work.ULLA IMMEDIATELY TURNS UP RECORD PLAYER TO A CRASHING BLAREAND DOES HER GROOVY DANCE. BIALYSTOCK HOWLS IN DESPAIR ANDFLEES INTO HIS OFFICE TOGETHER WITH BLOOM. 80.HE CLOSES THE DOOR, SHUTTING OUT THE NOISE. THE OFFICE ISFILLED WITH FLOWERS AND CONGRATULATORY TELEGRAMS. BIALYSTOCKSWOOPS DOWN ON THE TELEGRAMS. HE RIPS ONE OPEN AND BEGINSREADING. BIALYSTOCK "Congratulations. It's the biggest hit on Broadway."HE TEARS IT UP AND THROWS IT AWAY. HE PICKS UP ANOTHER ANDREADS. BIALYSTOCK "Congratulations. Hitler will run forever."HE THROWS IT AWAY. BIALYSTOCK ATTACKS THE PILE OF TELEGRAMS.WITHOUT OPENING THEM UP, HE TEARS THEM ONE AT A TIME. BIALYSTOCK (boiling with rage) Congratulations!HE TEARS TELEGRAM. BIALYSTOCK Congratulations!HE TEARS TELEGRAM. BIALYSTOCK Congratulations!HE TEARS TELEGRAM. BIALYSTOCK Congratulations!
 
HE TEARS TELEGRAM.THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN. POSED IN THE DOORWAY IS ROGER DE BRIS.IN ONE HAND HE CARRIES AN OPEN, BUBBLING MAGNUM OF CHAMPAGNE. DE BRIS (ecstatic) Congratulations! Have you seen the reviews? Have you seen the lines at the box office? It's a torrent, it's an avalanche, it's the biggest hit on Broadway!HE STARTS INTO THE ROOM. BIALYSTOCK GROWLS AND LUNGES AT HIM. 81. BIALYSTOCK You lousy fruit. You've ruined me!HE SMASHES DE BRIS UP AGAINST THE WALL. THE CHAMPAGNE GOESFLYING. DE BRIS (shrieking) Help! Help! He's crazy! He's going to kill me. Call the police! Call the police! Help, help, murder, murder, rape, rape!!!BIALYSTOCK THROWS HIM OUT, SLAMS THE DOOR AND LOCKS IT. HEFALLS INTO THE CHAIR AND PUTS HIS FEET UP ON THE DESK. BIALYSTOCK (moaning) How could this happen? I was so careful. I picked the wrong play, the wrong director, the wrong cast. Where did I go right? We forgot one important, Bloom. Adolf Hitler always drew a crowd.BIALYSTOCK IS SUDDENLY AWARE THAT BLOOM IS DOING STRANGETHINGS AT THE NEXT DESK. BIALYSTOCK What are you doing?CUT TO BLOOM. HE IS FEVERISHLY PILING LEDGERS AND ACCOUNTBOOKS TOGETHER. HE SWOOPS THEM UP IN HIS ARMS, CLUTCHESTHEM TIGHTLY AND BEGINS BACKING TOWARDS THE DOOR. BLOOM (defensively) Don't try to stop me. I've made up my mind. BIALYSTOCK What are you doing with those books? Where are you going? BLOOM (with hysterical conviction) I'm turning myself in. It's the only way. I'm going to cooperate with the authorities. They'll reduce my sentence and then there's time off for good behavior. And maybe I'll get a job in the prison library. So long. 82.HE TURNS THE KNOB. THE DOOR IS LOCKED. HE FIDDLES WITH THECATCH. TOO LATE! BIALYSTOCK IS UP AND AT HIM IN A FLASH.HE BLOCKS THE DOOR. BIALYSTOCK (reasonably) Leo, take it easy. Relax, you're overwrought. You don't know what you're doing. You're acting out of panic... GIMME THOSE BOOKS!BIALYSTOCK LUNGES AT BLOOM AND GRABS FOR THE BOOKS. BLOOMSTILL RETAINS A FIRM HOLD. THEY STRUGGLE BACK AND FORTH. BLOOM I never should have listened to you. BIALYSTOCK I never should have listened to you. BLOOM Ohhhhhhhhh, how I hate you. BIALYSTOCK Double. Double. Double.WITH A MIGHTY WRENCH, BIALYSTOCK RIPS THE BOOKS OUT OFBLOOM'S HANDS. BIALYSTOCK (clutching the books triumphantly) Haaaaa! Haaaaa! Haaaaa!BLOOM FLIPS. HE ATTACKS BIALYSTOCK LIKE A CRAZY KID,SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY AND PUNCHING WITH ONE ARM AS HEPROTECTS HIS FACE WITH THE OTHER. BLOOM (shrieking) FAT! FAT! FAT! FAT! FAT!BIALYSTOCK GOES CRASHING TO THE FLOOR UNDER THE ONSLAUGHT.BLOOM DIVES ON TOP OF HIM. THEY ROLL ON THE FLOOR LOCKED INMORTAL COMBAT. SUDDENLY THREE SHOTS RING OUT IN SUCCESSION.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM IMMEDIATELY STOP WHAT THEY'RE DOING ANDTURN TOWARD THE DOOR.CUT TO LOCK AND HANDLE OF DOOR. THEY DROP OFF. A LITTLESMOKE RISES FROM THE HOLE. LIEBKIND (off screen, outside door) I am betrayed! 83.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM LOOK AT EACH OTHER.CUT TO THE DOOR. IT FLIES OPEN. FRAMED IN THE DOORWAY ISFRANZ LIEBKIND, SMOKING LUGER IN HAND. LIEBKIND (solemnly) You have broken the Siegfried Oath. You must die.HE BLASTS AWAY. THE WINDOW IS SHATTERED. PIECES OF WALL GOWHIZZING THROUGH THE AIR. BIALYSTOCK DROPS THE LEDGERS ANDHE AND BLOOM DIVE FOR COVER BEHIND THE DESK. LIEBKIND This is no good. I'm not killing you. Don't you understand, you have broken the Siegfried Oath. You must die. Vill you cooperate!!!CUT TO TIGHT TWO SHOT. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM SCRUNCHEDBEHIND DESK. THEY STARE AT EACH OTHER IN AMAZEMENT. THEREIS A TIMOROUS KNOCK AT THE DOOR. BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM (together) Come in. Come in.ULLA ENTERS. ULLA I hear noise. You call?SHE LOOKS AROUND. ULLA Where are you?SHE CONTINUES WALKING UNTIL SHE SEES THEM CROUCHED BEHINDTHE DESK. ULLA Ahhh. I see you. You like something? Coffee?BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN DISBELIEF. BIALYSTOCK Coffee. Yes. That's a good idea. (with great emphasis) Why don't you ask the gentleman with the gun... The gentleman who is shooting at us... and trying to kill us... what he will have. 84. ULLA (to Liebkind) You like coffee?CUT TO BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM. THEY STARE AT EACH OTHER,DUMBFOUNDED. LIEBKIND Yes, please. Black. Two sugars.ULLA REPEATS TO HERSELF AS SHE STARTS FOR THE DOOR. ULLA Three coffees. Two regular. One black... two sugars.SHE EXITS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.BIALYSTOCK LOOKS UP TO THE FATES AND MAKES A SMALL SOUND OFDESPAIR. LIEBKIND And now ve must resume hostilities. Are you coming out from behind that desk or not? BIALYSTOCK Not. LIEBKIND Cowards, miserable cringing cowards. Clinging to life like baby butterflies. Vatch, vatch and remember. Franz Liebkind vill show you how to die like a man!HE PLACES THE MUZZLE OF THE GUN AGAINST HIS TEMPLE. BLOOMAND BIALYSTOCK PEER OVER THE DESK TO SEE. LIEBKIND (exhalted) Soon I vill be vit mine Fuhrer, und Goering, und Goebbels, and Himmler. I'm coming boys!HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. THE GUN ISJAMMED. HE THROWS THE GUN DOWN IN DISGUST. LIEBKIND (in utter anguish) Boy, vhen things go wrong!HE FALLS INTO A CHAIR AND SOBS LIKE A CHILD. 85. LIEBKIND I'm a failure. I'm a failure. I'm a failure.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM COME OUT FROM BEHIND DESK. BIALYSTOCKLOOKS AT HIS WATCH. BIALYSTOCK Five o'clock. Killed a whole day playing hide-and-seek with a crazy Kraut.BIALYSTOCK PICKS UP LUGER. LIEBKIND (still sobbing) I'm not crazy. I'm inept.HE CONTINUES TO SOB. BLOOM WALKS OVER TO THE WEEPINGLIEBKIND AND COMFORTINGLY PATS HIM ON THE SHOULDER. BLOOM There, there. LIEBKIND (looking around) Vhere? Vhere?... oh... BIALYSTOCK (to Liebkind) You crazy lunatic! What are you shooting at us for? Why don't you use this (indicates gun) where it will do us some good? Why don't you shoot the actors? (the thought strikes home) Liebkind, have I ever steered you wrong? LIEBKIND Always. BIALYSTOCK Never mind. Listen. Every night people are laughing at your beloved Fuhrer. Why? LIEBKIND It's that LSD und his verdampter babies!... 86. BIALYSTOCK (handing him the gun and some money) Here. Buy bullets. Kill. Kill them all! BLOOM What??? BIALYSTOCK (to Bloom) Shut up. LIEBKIND Yes. The actors. I must destroy the actors.LIEBKIND STARTS TO GO. BLOOM Stop! Stop! This is insanity.HE LEAPS ACROSS THE ROOM AND WRENCHES THE GUN FROM LIEBKIND'SHAND. BLOOM (screaming) Have you lost your mind? What are you talking about? Kill the actors. You can't kill the actors -- they're not animals, they're human beings! BIALYSTOCK They are? Have you ever eaten with one? Liebkind, go! Kill! BLOOM Liebkind, no! BIALYSTOCK (to Bloom) What are you doing? We're trapped. It's either the show or us. There's no way out. What can we do, blow up the theatre?BIALYSTOCK FREEZES AS THE THOUGHT TAKES HOLD.CUT TO CLOSE-UP OF BLOOM. HIS EYES NARROW AS HE SERIOUSLYCONSIDERS THE PROPOSAL.CUT TO CLOSE-UP LIEBKIND. HIS FACE A POSTER OF SHININGAPPROVAL. 87.CAMERA PULLS BACK. THE THREE OF THEM SEARCH EACH OTHER'SFACES EARNESTLY. THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY IN ACCORD.FADE OUT:FADE IN. DARKENED CELLAR OF THEATRE. WE SEE THE FAINT GLOWOF A SHIELDED LAMP AT THE END OF A TUNNEL. AS THE CAMERAMOVES THROUGH TUNNEL CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE LIGHT, WE MAKEOUT THE SHADOWY FORMS OF THREE MEN.CAMERA DOLLIES IN TO REVEAL BIALYSTOCK, BLOOM AND LIEBKIND.BLOOM IS HOLDING A MINER'S LAMP. LIEBKIND IS TRYING BRICKLOOSE FROM WALL. BIALYSTOCK IS CONSULTING MAP. BRICK COMESLOOSE. LIEBKIND REMOVES IT. LIEBKIND (the surgeon at work) Dynamite.BLOOM SLAPS A NEATLY TAPED BUNDLE OF DYNAMITE INTO LIEBKIND'SHAND. LIEBKIND GENTLY PLACES IT IN OPENING. LIEBKIND Fuse cap.BIALYSTOCK REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND HANDS HIM A FUSE CAP.LIEBKIND PUTS CAP IN PLACE. LIEBKIND Fuse.BLOOM REACHES IN POCKET, TAKES OUT SPOOL OF FUSE, HANDS ITTO LIEBKIND. LIEBKIND Thank you.LIEBKIND TIES FUSE IN PLACE. LIEBKIND Gut. Now for the master connection.CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM AS THEY MOVE BACK THROUGH THE TUNNEL.LIEBKIND TRAILS FUSE FROM SPOOL. THEY FINALLY EMERGE INTOAN OPEN AREA OF CELLAR DIRECTLY BENEATH THE STAGE. LIEBKIND Gut. Now vhere's the other fuse?
 
BLOOM RAISES HIS LAMP, REVEALING A SIMILAR TUNNEL ON THEOTHER SIDE OF THE CELLAR. BLOOM There it is. 88.CAMERA INSERT: CLOSE-UP SIMILAR FUSE PROTRUDING FROM SECONDTUNNEL.BACK TO SCENE. LIEBKIND (to Bloom) Pick it up and bring it here, please. BLOOM Okay.HE STARTS TOWARD SECOND TUNNEL. LIEBKIND (anxiously) Where are you going vit the light? BLOOM I need it. How'm I gonna find the fuse? LIEBKIND Oh, ve come vit you. All for one and all in the light.THE THREE OF THEM GINGERLY TIPTOE OVER TO SECOND TUNNELENTRANCE. BLOOM PICKS UP THE FUSE. THEY TIPTOE BACK.BLOOM HANDS FUSE TO LIEBKIND.LIEBKIND REACHES INTO HIS KNAPSACK, TAKES OUT LITTLE BLACKMETAL BOX WITH TWO TERMINAL CAPS AT EITHER END AND SETS ITDOWN ON CELLAR FLOOR. LIEBKIND Now ve take the two fuse leads, attach them to the terminals of the conductor and ve're in business. BIALYSTOCK (grinning) You mean out of business. Heh, heh.LIEBKIND BEGINS FIDDLING WITH THE FUSE LEADS AND TERMINALS. BLOOM Max, I... BIALYSTOCK (irritated. He has not time for small talk) What is it? 89. BLOOM Well, I... Well, it's just that... I'm sorry I called you fat, fat, fat. BIALYSTOCK (smacking Bloom affectionately on the shoulder) Ahhhhhh. Leo, Leo, Leo. LIEBKIND (mumbling to himself) Plus to minus. Negative to positive. Male to... BIALYSTOCK Come on. Let's get going. LIEBKIND Qviet. Qviet This is very important.HE TURNS BACK TO HIS WORK. LIEBKIND Vait a minute. Vait a minute. Male to male? Male to female? Female to male? Female to female? Vait a minute. In people, male to female. But electricity is strange. It's male to male.HE QUICKLY FINISHES THE CONNECTION. LIEBKIND Sehr gut. (to Bialystock) Slow fuse, please.BIALYSTOCK REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND HANDS LIEBKIND A ROLLOF FUSE. LIEBKIND Thank you.HE BEGINS TYING SLOW FUSE TO CONDUCTOR. LIEBKIND (as he works) Now ve take the slow fuse. Tie one end to the master connection and the other ve attach to the detonator.HE FINISHES CONNECTIONS. 90. LIEBKIND Come, ve go to the detonator.THEY BEGIN TO MOVE BACK AS LIEBKIND SLOWLY SPOOLS OUT FUSE.THEY START UP THE STAIRS. LIEBKIND Vait a minute. Are you sure this is slow fuse? It feels like qvick fuse. (to Bloom) Shine your light on it.BLOOM SHINES LIGHT ON FUSE. LIEBKIND I don't know. I don't know. The markings are so similar. Qvick fuse or slow fuse?LIEBKIND TAKES A WOODEN MATCH OUT OF HIS POCKET. LIEBKIND I must find out. It is critical.HE STRIKES THE MATCH AND LIGHTS THE FUSE. WHOOSH! ITIGNITES. THE SPARKS RUSH TOWARD THE MASTER CONNECTION.LIEBKIND CHARGES DOWN THE STAIRS AND CHASES AFTER THE QUICKBURNING FUSE FOR ALL HE'S WORTH. HE CATCHES UP WITH IT JUSTBEFORE IT REACHES THE MASTER CONNECTION AND QUICKLY STAMPSIT OUT. LIEBKIND Let's face it. That was dumb.HE TROTS BACK. LIEBKIND Boys, vhere is you?BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM COME CRAWLING OUT FROM BEHIND STAIRS. LIEBKIND (seeing them) Dot vas the qvick one. BIALYSTOCK We assumed that.LIEBKIND REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND SHOWS THEM A ROLL OFFUSE. 91. LIEBKIND Here. You see. This is the slow fuse. It is much wider. It has more resistance, more density. Therefore, it burns slower. BIALYSTOCK You mean you had the slow fuse in your pocket all the time and you forgot to put it on? LIEBKIND Yes. Amazing isn't it?BIALYSTOCK RAISES HIS CANE AND SMASHES LIEBKIND ON THEHELMET. BONNNG. BIALYSTOCK You stupid kraut! LIEBKIND Vhy do you always call me kraut? Kraut is cabbage! Do ve call you hot dogs? Ve call you Yanks not franks! BIALYSTOCK All right. Finish the job. Let's get outta here.CUT TO SIDE DOOR OF THEATRE. THE DOOR OPENS SLOWLY.BIALYSTOCK, BLOOM AND LIEBKIND TIPTOE OUT. BLOOM SETSDETONATOR DOWN. LIEBKIND Und now for the final connection.HE WRAPS THE FUSE LEAD AROUND THE METAL CONTACT POLE ANDRAISES THE PLUNGER. BIALYSTOCK Wait. I'll check to see if the coast is clear.HE RUNS TO THE END OF THE ALLEY. LOOKS BOTH WAYS AND RUNSBACK. BIALYSTOCK The coast is clear! LIEBKIND Good. Get down. 92.BIALYSTOCK AND BLOOM CROUCH DOWN AND HOLD THEIR EARDRUMS.LIEBKIND GRABS THE HANDLE OF THE DETONATOR. HIS EYESSUDDENLY GLISTEN WITH TEARS. LIEBKIND Goodbye, my foolish fancy. Goodbye, my misbegotten child. Goodbye, my tortured testament of twisted truths. BIALYSTOCK Do it! Do it!LIEBKIND TENSES HIMSELF FOR THE PLUNGE. HE STARTS AND STOPS. LIEBKIND I can't. I can't do it. It's a demon. It's a gargoyle, it's a monster... but it's still my child.HE SOBS INCONSOLABLY. BIALYSTOCK ROUGHLY PUSHES HIM ASIDEAND GRABS THE HANDLE OF THE DETONATOR AND PLUNGES IT DOWN.HE HURLS HIMSELF TO THE GROUND AND COVERS HIS HEAD INANTICIPATION OF THE EXPLOSION. NOTHING HAPPENS. AFTER AWHILE THEY ALL RAISE THEIR HEADS CURIOUSLY. BIALYSTOCK (quizzically) Nothing.LIEBKIND GOES TO PLUNGER, RAISES HANDLE AND EXAMINESDETONATOR. LIEBKIND Here is gut... of course, of course. In electricity, it's always male to female. But with people, it's not always so. Come ve must go back. BIALYSTOCK Do you need us? LIEBKIND Of course I need you. It's dark in there. BLOOM Okay, okay. Let's not waste time.THEY OPEN THE SIDE DOOR AND DISAPPEAR INTO THE THEATRE. DRUNK (off camera, singing) "Honeymoon, keep a shinin' in June," 93.CUT TO ENTRANCE OF ALLEY. DRUNK COMES STAGGERING INTO VIEW.HE SPOTS DETONATOR. DRUNK "your silvery beams, Will light love's dreams," What the heck is that? A bicycle pump? Naaah. Lemme see. Could it be? Good grief, it's Eli Whitney's cotton gin... Naaah. Aahh, I know what it is.HE WALKS OVER TO DETONATOR AND SITS ON FIRE STANCHION JUSTBEHIND IT. HE RAISES HIS FOOT AND STARTS IT DOWN TOWARD THEPLUNGER. DRUNK Shine 'em up!HE PUSHES PLUNGER DOWN WITH HIS FOOT.CUT TO LONG SHOT OF THEATRE. (MOCK UP) THERE IS A TERRIFICEXPLOSION. PIECES OF THE THEATRE GO FLYING THROUGH THE AIR.CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF DRUNK. HE IS ON HIS KNEES. DEBRISCRASHES ALL AROUND HIM. SMOKE AND NOISE FILL THE AIR. HESTAGGERS TO HIS FEET. HE ROCKS BACK AND FORTH AS THOUGH HEWERE IN AN EARTHQUAKE. DRUNK (bravely singing) "Sa-an Fra-ancisco, open your golden gates, Don't let a stranger wait...DISSOLVE TO TIGHT SHOT OF JUDGE'S GAVEL SOLEMNLY RAPPING FORORDER.PULL BACK TO REVEAL CROWDED COURTROOM.CAMERA MOVES IN TO FOREGROUND OF COURT. THERE, SEATED ATTHE DEFENDANT'S TABLE ARE, IN ORDER, BLOOM WITH HIS ARM IN ASLING, BIALYSTOCK WITH HIS LEG IN A CAST, AND A MUMMYSWATHED IN BANDAGES. WE KNOW THE MUMMY IS LIEBKIND BECAUSEIT IS WEARING A GERMAN HELMET. LIEBKIND (mumbling through his bandages) Male to male? Male to female?CUT TO TIGHT SHOT OF JUDGE. JUDGE Has the jury reached a verdict? 94.CUT TO JURY. THEIR EXPRESSIONS INDICATE THAT THEY ARE NOTAT ALL WELL-DISPOSED TOWARD THE DEFENDANTS.CAMERA CLOSES IN ON FOREMAN. HE RISES. FOREMAN We have, your honor. JUDGE (off camera) How does the jury find? FOREMAN We find the defendants incredibly guilty.CUT TO JUDGE. JUDGE Will the defendants please rise and approach the bench.CUT TO BIALYSTOCK, BLOOM AND LIEBKIND. THEY STRUGGLE TOTHEIR FEET AND HOBBLE TO THE JUDGE'S BENCH. JUDGE Do the defendants have anything to say in their behalf before the court pronounces sentence? BLOOM I would like to say a word, sir, not on my behalf, but in behalf of my partner, Max Bialystock. JUDGE Proceed. BLOOM Thank you, your honor. Max Bialystock is a very selfish man. BIALYSTOCK (whispers to Bloom) Don't help me. BLOOM He's a liar and a cheat and a scoundrel. He's taken money from little old ladies. He's talked people into doing things they never would have dreamed of. Especially me. But who has he really hurt? (MORE) 95. BLOOM (CONT'D) Who are the victims? Not me, I had the most exciting adventure of my life. And what about the little old ladies? What would their lives have been without Max Bialystock? He made them feel wanted and young and attractive again. LITTLE OLD LADIES (off camera, ad-lib) "Oh, Max, Max, I love you Max." "Let him go, let him go." "Don't take my Bialy." JUDGE (rapping gavel) Order. Order. BIALYSTOCK And may I humbly add, your honor, that we have learned our lesson and we'll never do it again. JUDGE I will take that into consideration. The defendants shall serve not more than five and not less than two years in the State Penitentiary. (he pounds gavel)DISSOLVE THROUGH TO SIGN ON STONE WALL. SIGN READS: STATEPENITENTIARY.DISSOLVE THROUGH TO PRISON YARD. DETACHMENTS OF PRISONERS,LED BY GUARDS, MARCH PAST CAMERA.DISSOLVE THROUGH TO EXTERIOR OF PRISON BUILDING MARKED PRISON LAUNDRY. MUCH NOISE AND STEAM.CAMERA PANS TO ANOTHER BUILDING MARKED: MACHINE SHOP. LOUDMETALLIC CACOPHONY EMANATES FROM INSIDE.CAMERA CONTINUES ITS JOURNEY. IT COMES TO REST ON PRISONAUDITORIUM. TINKLE OF PIANO IS HEARD FROM INSIDE.CAMERA MOVES THROUGH CLOSED DOORS TO INTERIOR. WE SEE ALONG LINE OF PRISONERS (20). FOR SOME REASON THEY ARE ALLHOLDING MONEY IN THEIR HANDS. LINE ENDS AT A DESK. SEATEDAT THE DESK, IN A GREY, PRISON UNIFORM, IS NUMBER: 979345,FORMERLY KNOWN TO US AS LEO BLOOM. BESIDE THE TABLE IS ALARGE DISPLAY BOARD READING: 96. WORLD PREMIERE 979344 and 979345 PRESENT "PRISONERS OF LOVE" STARRING 778629 and CO-STARRING 440123 INVEST NOW!!!! HUGE PROFITS GUARANTEED!!!A PRISONER HANDS BLOOM MONEY. BLOOM COUNTS IT AND PUTS ITINTO TIN BOX. HE HANDS PRISONER A RECEIPT. BLOOM Twenty-five dollars. Here's your receipt. You now own 28% of "Prisoners of Love."CAMERA PANS TO STAGE. THE STAGE IS FILLED WITH A LINE OFCONVICT "CHORUS GIRLS." THEIR TROUSERS ROLLED UP ABOVETHEIR KNEES, SHOWING AN ASSORTMENT OF INTERESTING HAIRY LEGS.AT THE PIANO, KNOCKING OUT THE LIVELY RHYTHM, IS FRANZLIEBKIND AND HIS EVER POPULAR GERMAN HELMET.ON STAGE DIRECTING THE REHEARSAL IS THE INDOMITABLE MAXBIALYSTOCK. BIALYSTOCK (waving his cane and shouting at the top of his lungs) Higher, you animals, higher! We open Saturday night! Kick! Kick! Two-three-kick-turn! Two-three- kick-turn! Okay, let's hear it!THE PRISONERS BREAK INTO SONG. PRISONERS (singing) "We're prisoners of love, etc."
 
MUSIC SWELLS TO CRESCENDO.CAMERA PULLS BACK TO ENCOMPASS THE ENTIRE STAGE AS "THE END"AND SUBSEQUENT TECHNICAL CREDITS APPEAR ON THE SCREEN.
 
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