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ANALYZE THAT Screenplay by PETER STEINFELD and HAROLD RAMIS and PETER TOLAN Based on characters created by KENNETH LONERGAN and PETER TOLAN June 2002 Draft FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY FADE IN: INT. DIMLY-LIT BAR - NIGHT Two men, CAESAR and MARTY "DUCKS," stand at the end of the deserted bar, talking quietly, oblivious to the exotic dancer grinding her pelvis on a pole in the middle of the small stage. Body language and charisma tell us that Caesar is the boss, "Ducks" his lieutenant. DUCKS It's Peezee. Gotta be. He hates your fuckin' guts. CAESAR (brooding) I don't know. DUCKS Who else knew about the money? And how did Peezee know they popped Tony Cisco when we didn't even hear about it 'til last night? CAESAR (sighs heavily) I don't know. DUCKS (pressing) What is so hard to understand here? You said yourself Peezee was a mamaluke and you couldn't trust him. Now suddenly you're soft on the guy? CAESAR I just don't think it was him. DUCKS Okay, I'll bite. If not Peezee, then who? CAESAR (slowly rising to his full height) I think it was you, Ducks. Caesar starts to walk away as the bartender, now holding a sawed-off shotgun, moves closer to Ducks. The exotic dancer splits in a hurry through a curtain at the back of the stage. DUCKS (scared) You gotta be kiddin'! Caesar stops at the door where two of his soldiers have 2. appeared, holding AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. DUCKS Caesar, you know me! What kind of fuckin' idiot would I have to be to try that shit with you?

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ANALYZE THAT

Screenplay by
PETER STEINFELD and HAROLD RAMIS and PETER TOLAN

Based on characters created by
KENNETH LONERGAN and PETER TOLAN

June 2002 Draft

FOR EDUCATIONAL
PURPOSES ONLY

FADEIN:

INT.DIMLY-LITBAR-NIGHT

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

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

CAESAR
(brooding)
Idon'tknow.

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

CAESAR
(sighsheavily)
Idon'tknow.

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

CAESAR
Ijustdon'tthinkitwashim.

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

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

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

DUCKS
(scared)
Yougottabekiddin'!

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

appeared,holdingAUTOMATICWEAPONS.

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

CAESAR
Adeadfuckin'idiot.

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

PULLBACKTO:

TVSCREEN

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

WIDENTO:

INT.SINGSINGPRISON-NIGHT

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

VITTI
Garbage.nghatheC.lnaenehc

WISEGUY
Okay,Paul.

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

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

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

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

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

Punks.

WISEGUY

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

2.

VITTI
I'mgoingtobed.

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

INT.CELLBLOCK-MOMENTSLATER

CUTTO:

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

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

EARL
They'retransferringme.

Why?

VITTI

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

VITTI
Yeah.Takeiteasy.

Henoticessomethinginthebox.

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

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

VITTI
That'sokay.Keepit.Goahead.

EARL
Thanks.eeySroundo.ua

-I

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

INT.VITTI'SCELL-MIDDLEOFNIGHT

CUTTO:

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

3.

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

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

INT.MEMORIALCHAPEL-DAY

CUTTO:

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

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

Atthepodium,theRABBIisspeaking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ARINGINGCELLPHONEinterruptshim.

BEN

JUMPCUTTO:

4.

stillseatedinthefrontrow,daydreaming.TheRINGING
CONTINUESasalruensrlhteomtheRabbndeveniadiscreetly
checktheircellphones.

ThenBenrealizesit'shis,fumblesforthephoneinhis
jacketpocketandanswersit.

BEN
(whispers)
Hello?

Themournersmutter.

INT.PRISONPAYPHONE-SAMETIME

VITTI
Guesswho,youfuck!

INTERCUTWITH:

INT.CHAPEL

BenturnsawayfromLaura.

BEN
Paul?
(toLaura)
Ihaveto,uh,takethis.
(intophone)
Thisisn'tagoodtime.

CUTTO:

Vittiisdisheveled,hishairmessed,hisshirtbuttoned
wrong.

VITTI
Notagoodtime?Lmteexeaipln
somethingtoyou.I'minfuckingHell
rightnow.Thisisnotagoodtime.

BEN
(sottovoce)
Ican'ttalkrightnow.Myfather
died!

VITTI
Sowhatdoesthathavetodowithme?

BEN
Callmelater--

VITTI
Don'thangupon,Sobel!They're
tryin'tokillme!

5.

Benhangsup.

VITTI

CUTBACKTO:

Hestandsthereforalongbeatjuststaring,theDIALTONE
BUZZINGinhisear.

INT.SINGSING-MESSHALL-NEXTDAY

CUTTO:

VittiandanotherWISEGUYpassthroughthecafeterialine
withtheirtrays.nnowcoil.ooskVcttiaitta

WISEGUY#2
Ooh,theygottapioca.Ilove
tapioca.
(looksatVitti)
Youallright,Paul?

Vittijuststares,wild-eyed,actuallydroolingalittle.

WISEGUY#2
CanIhaveyourtapioca?

Aguard,theonewhotriedtokillhim,watchesVittifrom
hispost.donotsehTehnomsneeo.hteormocrasos

COYOTE,aheavily-muscledandtattooedgangmember,nodsin
response.

VittiwalkspastthetablewhereCoyoteissittingwithother
toughiHpsnacignagmembers.

COYOTE
(toVitti)
Hey,Fredo!risOGuidit?o

Hisfriendslaugh.

Vittistopsandstaresdumblyatthem.

COYOTE
Justkeepwalkin',DonCorleone.

Thereisatensemoment,thenVittiburstsoutlaughing.

Shutup!

COYOTE

Vittilaughsharder,strangelymanic.

COYOTE
Isaid,shutup,bitch!

6.

ButVittican'tstop.aytrfoopslsp,ttalniregHerdposihs
foodonthemen.danteeasllpu.vihsCoyoteelpasothsif

COYOTE
You'readeadman,jefe!

CoyotelungesatVittiwiththeknife,butVittisuddenly
whirlssd,bashearounehtnietoyoCfoshihitwcefaarydot
andburstsintosong.

VITTI
(singing,with
appropriatedance
moves)
'Whenyou'reaJet,
You'reaJetalltheway,
Fromyourfirstcigarette
Toyourlastdyin'day...'

Prisonersandguardsstareathimlikehe'snuts.

Coyotestabsathimagain,butVittidodgesandsmasheshim
overtheheadthhitw.aytre

VITTI
'Whenyou'reaJet,
Iftheshtistihaf,nhte
Yougotbrothersaround,
You'refamilyman...'a

COYOTE
You'readeadman,jefe!

Coyoterusheshim,butVittisidestepsandhitshiminthe
face.

Guardsmoveinfromallsides.iVttupoenthijumps
tabletoptoescapethem.

VITTI
(kickingatthem,
singing)
'IliketobeinAmerica,
OkaybymeinAmerica...'

Theguardsdraghimdownandcuffhishandsbehindhim,then
carryhimoutstiffasaboard.

VITTI
'Tonight,tonight,won'tbejust
anynight--'

EXT.SOBELHOUSE-LATER

DISSOLVETO:

Alimopullsuptoanold,butwell-maintainedsuburban
house,thefamilygetsoutandstartswalkingtothehouse.

7.

CUTTO:

EXT.SOBELHOUSE-FRONTPORCH-MOMENTSLATER

Thefamilycrossestothefrontdoor.

BEN
(sighsdeeply)
Ican'tbelievehe'sgone.

LAURA
Ican'tbelievewhatyousaidabout
him.Cdoldloh?gnidnahtiwYouhad
totelleverybody?

MICHAEL
Nice.Whydidn'tyoujusttakea
swinghteatet?cask

Benopensthefrontdoorandtheygoin.

INT.FOYER-CONTINUOUSACTION

Thefamilyentersthefoyer.

BEN
Okay,Imighthavestrayedfrommy
notesalittle.laedm'Iaingwith
lotofstuffhere.Griefisa
process.

CUTTO:

LauranoticesFBIAGENTSCERRONEandMILLERwaitingforthem
inthelivingroom.ttractiveCreorenisnaawomaninher
latetwenties,wearingadangerously-shortskirt.Milleris
aclean-cutmannihsitihtreis.

MILLER
Dr.Sobel,I'mAgentMiller,thisis
SpecialAgentrrunoeCBlaaeruF,erede
ofInvestigation.ketojsutileWd'
askyouafewquestions,ifwecould.

LAURA
(testy)
CanIaskwhatthisisabout?Wejust
camefromthecemetery.

CERRONE
Weknowthisisadifficulttimefor
you,Dr.Sobel.boaryorrouyutS
father.

BEN
Thankyou,I'mgoingtomisshim

8.

terribly.

Bengesturesforthemtosit.

LauraandMichaelbothlookathimdoubtfully.

BEN
Imean--therewereissues--as,I
think,therearewithanyfatherand
son.Henst'epsawwarm--ecially

LAURA
Ben--oncetoday?Enough.

BEN
No,I'mjustsaying,inspiteofall
that--

AgentCerronecrossesherlegs,amovethatdoesnotgo
unnoticedbyBenandMichael.

BEN
--hewasagreat,greatlegs.
(beat)
Man.

CERRONE
Dr.Sobel,youreceivedacallthis
morningfromPaulVitti?

Laurashootshimalook.

BEN
WhatmakesyouthinkPaulVitticalled
me?

MILLER
Becausewemonitorandrecordallhis
phonecallsfromSingSing.

BEN
Thenyes.Hedid.

LAURA
Thatwashimonthephone?

Yes.

BEN

LAURA
Andyoudidn'ttellme?

MICHAEL
Wow.wtuobaidlohhti.ngTalk

Michael?

BEN

9.