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(MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(BAND PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CROWD CHEERING)

- MAN 1: Hey, Joe, good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- MAN 2: Hey, Joe.
- Good to see you.

- MAN 3: Hey, Mr. Bonanno.
- MAN 4: Mr. Colombo.

- What are you doing?
- What?

Leave the fucking cannoli.

You're a capo,
when you really need to be a boss.

BONNANO: We gotta get you
your own seat at the table.

That's the only way
we're gonna make change.

Lucchese and Gambino,
those tired fucks,

one of them gotta go.

(GRUNTS)

- And you want me to take care of it?
- When the time is right.

With you and me in power,

we can do things
the way they should be fucking done.

DOMINIC: Mr. Colombo.

- Come in, Dominic.
- Here.

- MAN: Marty, let him in.
- Excuse me.

DOMINIC: I'm sorry to interrupt.

- I saw you walk by...
- Dominic, you don't have to do this.

...and I bought these for you
and your friends.

- That's beautiful. Thanks.
- Francesca and I are so grateful.

Good, good, good.
I'm in a meeting right now. Yeah.

- I'm sorry. God bless you, sir.
- No, no, no.

- God bless you, Mr. Colombo.
- No, I'll see you in a bit. Yeah.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- What the fuck is that?
- Oh, he owes.

He owns the bakery over on Grand.

His grandkid's sick, so I suspended
the interest for six months.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

You want to be a boss,
you better start acting like one.

You're going soft on me?

It sends the wrong message
showing mercy like that.

No, no. I told him
he doesn't pay me in six months,

I'll kill his whole family.

I'll gut the kid first
and make the family watch.

- That's what I'm talking about. (LAUGHS)
- Yeah. Yeah.

It's the change we need.

I still don't know
about the seat, though.

There's gotta be another way.

They ain't exactly
handing 'em out, Joey.

You want that seat...

you gotta take it.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

- Top of the morning, Bobby!
- Good morning, Mr. Evans.

- MAN 1: Good morning, Mr. Evans.
- EVANS: Hey, baby!

Julie, baby, welcome back.

- MAN 2: Mr. Evans, morning.
- Hey.

MAN 3: Hey, Bob.

Those rushes looked great last night.

You're doing such a good job.
You keep it up.

Watch that budget, though.

- Evans! Whoo!
- Johnny Potatoes!

- Looking good there.
- You like that, huh?

I just came down to tell you,

Hank can't fucking direct
his way out of a paper bag.

But you, star,
you knocked it out of the park.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

- Good morning, Bob.
- Well, it should be.

And it would be, Peter,
if I didn't have to watch the rushes

for Tarzan and the Jungle Boy
last night.

My God, what a turd.

But the sun is shining.
It's still a good day.

What do we got? Hit me.

Bluhdorn is having trouble
wrapping his head around

Eastwood starring in a musical.
Wants to talk.

Neil Simon called.
He says it's gotta be Lemmon.

But Lemmon will only do it
if Matthau's in it,

and he wants 300,000 for the picture.

And Bluhdorn says,

"Under no circumstances are we paying
anyone $300,000 to star in anything."

He said a few other things...

Don't be scared. What did he say?

He said he's got a fire poker
with your name on it,

if you need a better illustration
of the studio's finances.

Huh.

All right, take a deep breath.
This is what you're gonna do.

Peter, you're gonna send a copy
of Clint's album Cowboy Favorites

to Bluhdorn,
and that's gonna change his tune.

Now, Sheila, you could tell him...
You tell Charlie Bluhdorn

that he can save his poker
for opening night.

Because if that film is anything
like the play, The Odd Couple,

it's gonna save this studio.

And I'll bend over for him
if it doesn't.

Thank you, Sheila. Peter, you stay.

(BART SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Ruddy? I'm not paying you to read.

Those contracts need to be on my desk
by the end of the day.

They were on your desk this morning.

Good.

Ruddy, you're making
the rest of us look bad.

Dave, you're doing a great job of that
all on your own, buddy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh, nice car, sir.

You'd be surprised
what a paint job will do.

Or a blowtorch.

MITCH: Hey, Ruddy!

Mitch, sorry I'm late, buddy.
I had a hard time finding the place.

After a year in LA,
who doesn't know where the Chateau is?

Try not to impress too many girls
with that shirt tonight, Ruddy.

What? I came straight from work.

Still lost on me what you do.
It's contracts or something, right?

I've told you 13 times.

Do you really think
this is gonna be the time it sticks?

(CHUCKLES) That's a good point.

Let's grab a drink.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Wendy.

- Hey, Mitch, hey.
- Hey.

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

I was wondering where
the beautiful cool cats had gone.

And here they all are.

How's it going? Johnny.

- Yeah, Bob, nice to see you.
- Nice to see you.

Hey, who is that guy?

Bob Evans. Head of Paramount.
Guy's more connected than God.

And, yeah, he's always that tan.

Nikita.
You don't wanna miss this bus, baby.

Let's do it. Come on.

Everyone, this is my neighbor, Al Ruddy.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Any friend of Mitch's
is a friend of mine.

RUDDY: Okay.

You sure you're just a TVwriter?

I'm in the wrong fucking business.

MARIO:
What am I doing wrong? Nobody came.

Mario, this is the best thing
you've written.

Six years wasted.

The Fortunate Pilgrim
was my mother's story.

You know, I...

(SIGHS)

I thought the world
would identifywith it.

Three people came
and no one bought a book.

I don't even know what to write anymore.

People perked up listening
to the part about the Mafia guy.

Oh, yeah, great.
That was like three paragraphs.

Well, did you ever think about writing
a Mafia book with more than that?

I spent my childhood
hiding from those gangsters.

(STUTTERS) You know, Hell's Kitchen
was chock full of them.

So, write what you know.

- So they can put a bullet in my head?
- Just think about it.

21 Club, please.

Anthony.

Yeah...

You know you owe our friend $1,000.

Yeah, uh...

(STUTTERS) I have, uh...

I've got $40.

Take that.

(MARIO GRUNTS AND COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

How much do we owe?

You don't want to know.

I thought this book was the one.

We'd be able to pay him back and...

So, what are we going to do, Mario?

(SIGHS)

Candida wants me
to write about the Mafia.

I married you because
you're an artist, not a hack.

Hacks sell books. They can pay
for the education of their kids.

Hacks don't borrow money from guys
you shouldn't borrow money from.

How much do we owe?

- Five Gs to two bookies.
- (SIGHS IN EXASPERATION)

A few grand to the bank.
Not including what I owe my brother.

Fuck art, Mario. Start typing.

- You want me to write about the Mafia?
- Yeah.

How do I tell that story
any differently?

Everybody knows they steal.

They control gambling.
They run whores, unions.

Okay, so maybe it's not
just a book about the Mafia.

What do you mean?

Well, the guys you grew up with,

they didn't start out so different
from you, immigrants.

They eat, they drink,
they love, they cry.

They worry about their kids' futures.
Just like us.

And they kill.

Okay, so maybe we don't kill.

But maybe this book is about
finding the reason we would.

- Have a beautiful night.
- MAN 1: You, too, babe.

- WOMAN 1: Okay.
- WOMAN 2: Hi.

Hi, guys. How are you? Nice. Enjoy.

I'm back. I'm back.
Whatever he said, he's lying.

(MITCH CHUCKLES)

- BERNIE: How we doing?
- MITCH: I'm good.

Okay. So, now, you look interesting.
Are you interesting?

- Depends on the company.
- BERNIE: Mm. That's a good answer.

Who's your friend, Mitch?

Francoise Glazer,
this is my neighbor, Al Ruddy.

- FRANCOISE: What do you do?
- Programming.

Programming? What network?

I program computers
for the RAND Corporation.

Still have no idea what that means.

- The RAND Corporation?
- RUDDY: Yeah.

I'm impressed. That's defense work.

It's secret, it's not top secret.

What about you? What do you do?

She owns the ground
you're sitting on, my friend.

The hotel?

You surprised? You think
a woman can't run a business?

I was raised by a single mother.
She could've run anything.

You see? He doesn't hate his mother
like all you comedy writers.

- Come on.
- Oh, you write comedy, too?

Uh, no. You watched Sgt. Bilko?

- (CHUCKLES) Yeah. I love Bilko.
- I play Gomez.

You know, I thought you looked familiar.

I'm a hell of a comedy fan.

The way these shows tell
their stories, it's like a formula,

in a good way.

- Formula?
- RUDDY: Think about it.

Bilko, McHale's Navy,
even My Favorite Martian, right?

They're the same cast of characters,
in similar situations,

with just enough difference
to be interesting.

That's kind of true, Mitch.

RUDDY: If you really want to upset
the apple cart,

put your cast of characters where you
least expect them to be in a comedy,

somewhere that isn't safe.

That's how you make it stand out.

If it were really that easy,
every Tom, Dick and Ruddy would do it.

I didn't mean any offense.

Hey, you seem to have a hell of an
instinct for how these shows are made.

You wanna talk shop sometime?

I could send you some scripts
so you can see how they all lay out.

RUDDY: That would be great.

But, hey, I'm just a guy
who programs computers.

All evidence to the contrary.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING AND MOANING)

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

You found it.

(MARIO SIGHS)

Oh, boy.

- Mm-hmm. (LAUGHS)
- (CHUCKLES)

It's not about a gang.

It's about a gangster's family.

- Oh.
- Hmm?

The oldest son is a hothead.

The middle son is sweet, but he's weak.

And the younger son is a war hero

who wants nothing to do
with the family business.

Okay.

But the Don wants this son,
call him Michael, hmm?

Wants him to rise above the
family business and become a senator,

you know, someone powerful.

But Michael's destiny
won't let him escape

the power of Don Vito Corleone.

Who's the Don?

He's what Sicilians call
the godfather of gangsters.

- Oh.
- Uh-huh. He's the head of the family...

ERIKA: Oh. (CHUCKLES)

...and my title.

- The Godfather.
- Mm.

I like it.

(MARIO GROANS EXCITEDLY)

- (LAUGHS) Mm!
- Okay. All right. It's not written yet.

(ERIKA CHUCKLES)

The Godfather. Hmm.

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

So, come on. What do you want to pitch?

We could do rags to riches,
a fish out of water...

I mean, Bernie,
I don't even know what a pitch is.

(SCOFFS) Don't even know what a pitch...

We just go into the network,
tell 'em about our idea.

You know, what it's about,
the characters,

what stories we'll tell week to week.
That's it, that's the pitch.

All these execs wanna see is that they
can put a hundred episodes in the can.

Okay. So maybe we go with what
you've hit with, a military comedy.

There's already McHale's Navy,
F Troop, Gomer Pyle.

They're gonna wanna see something new.

McHale's and Gomer's
are peacetime stories.

Nobody's set a military comedy
during wartime.

Let's do something about what you know.

Workplace comedy
set at a defense contractor.

It's not inherently funny.
Trust me, I live it.

- Well, not to you.
- (BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey, you ever seen Stalag 17
with William Holden?

Mm-hmm.

American POWs.
It's a Billy Wilder thing.

It's great characters, man.
I mean, it's set up for a comedy.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

No. War equals death.
Hey, let's do this.

Let's sell the RAND comedy,

and after that,
we can sell the army comedy. Huh?

Ruddy, just relax, okay?
You're making me nervous.

Yeah, well, we fuck this up,
you go back to making TV,

I go back to RAND
where the soul goes to die.

Goodbye, Miss Taylor.

RUDDY:
Holy shit. That's Elizabeth Taylor.

Gentlemen, Mr. Paley will see you now.

BERNIE: And so these two bachelors
at the RAND Corporation,

they're actually peaceniks.

They're using company computers
to program for peace instead of war.

There's a lot of good stuff in here.
People are gonna love it.

We call it "Modern Warfare."

Hmm.

Interesting idea.

You got anything else?

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

Bilko. Swastikas. Swastikas. Bilko.

You think Nazis are funny?

Imagine Bilko as a pilot, right?

He's a colonel
and he's fighting the war.

(IMITATES GUNFIRE)

He gets shot down over Germany
and taken prisoner.

- Mr. Ruddy, I don't think...
- Now, our colonel,

he knows exactly how to escape,
but he never does.

None of the prisoners do.

Because he's leading an Allied group

inside the camp to help the resistance.

The camp commandant,
he's a guy named Klink.

Now, he's got a reputation
of being the toughest guy in the SS,

- but actually, he's a fucking idiot.
- (ALL CHUCKLING)

Yeah. And there's this
big fat sergeant. Sergeant Schultz.

RUDDY: And he's always walking in
on their plans, but he likes the guys,

they're nice to him,
so he turns a blind eye.

(IN GERMAN ACCENT) I see nothing.
I hear nothing. I know nothing.

There's a French prisoner,
guy's a gourmet chef,

and he feeds the guard dogs
so that they love the prisoners.

(IN FRENCH ACCENT)
This is for you, my little chien.

- (IMITATING DOG GROWLING)
- That's a good boy. That's a good boy.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Are there any women in the show?

(IN NORMAL ACCENT) Oh, yeah, there's
a woman. And not just any woman.

(IN NORMAL ACCENT) Oh, boys, Helga,
she is an amazon, right?

I mean, sexy German secretary, oh...

- Guten Tag, my little...
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, and she might even have
an eye for our colonel.

Yeah, so she's in on all their schemes.

- What do you call this thing?
- Hogan's Heroes.

Have you pitched this anywhere else?

Don't. 'Cause we're buying it.

CANDIDA: "I'll make him an offer
he can't refuse."

- Great line.
- Yeah, it's fun, isn't it?

It's special, Mario.

The Frank Sinatra/Johnny Fontane
character, great.

Maybe Sinatra will play him
in the movie. Hmm?

- Should we call Paramount?
- (LAUGHS) Mario.

Just because they optioned it early,
it doesn't mean it's gonna get made.

Let's make sure it gets published first.

EVANS: They say to me,

"You can make Love Story,
which we agree,

"greatest love story of all time,
but the girl has to live at the end."

Can you fucking believe that?

- The death is what makes it work.
- Yes!

Look at Romeo and Juliet.
Not the same story if they'd lived.

- God, no.
- We feel the pain of the loss,

feel the grief, we feel pity, we cry.

I'll make the movie, Bob,
but only if she dies.

You are preaching to the choir, babe.

Look, you make Love Story,

and I will give you
total creative control.

- And final cut.
- And a back end that's real.

We got a chance to make a huge hit here.

I only make two decisions, all right?

Hiring you? Yes.

Secondly, casting Ali MacGraw.

(SIGHS) Bob, I don't know if I'm
comfortable with hiring your girlfriend.

One of the best actresses of our time.

Trust me, my friend,
I've seen her up close.

And so should you.
That's all I'm saying.

Sheila, could you send in
our guest, please?

What is this?

EVANS: Ali MacGraw, meet Arthur Hiller.

I am so excited to be working with you.

Me, too.

You two are gonna make magic together.
I'll let you get acquainted.

ALI: I saw your most recent film, Artie.
I loved it.

ARTHUR: Thank you so much.

Sheila...

I'm good. (CHUCKLES)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: Lucchese and Gambino got here
about 10 minutes ago.

Sinatra's crying to everyone
but the Pope

about this book
that's about to come out.

The Godfather.

Giving me a fucking headache.

'Cause there's a character in it
that's supposed to be a real fighetta,

- and everyone thinks it's him.
- How'd you know that?

I read it somewhere.

(DOOR OPENS)

I just have to use the bathroom.

GAMBINO: What have we got here?

He said it was important
to the Commission.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

LUCCHESE: Come and sit.

Sit down, Joe. Have a drink.

You're making me nervous
standing like that.

Sit down, Joe.

I've been offered a seat
at the Commission table.

My own family.

Well, nobody told me about that.

Well, it's supposed to be
the last thing you'll ever hear.

Bonanno?

He came to me a while back,
talking about making changes.

That's what he thinks
I'm doing here right now.

But I'm here to tell you
so you can deal with it

the way the Commission chooses.

And then you take
Bonanno's seat at the table?

Well, that's not up to me.
That's up to you.

Hey, I'm an ambitious guy,

but not at the price of my loyalty
to what we do here.

To you and the rest of the Commission.

I respect whatever you decide.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Let's go.
- LUCCHESE: Bonanno. He's gotta go.

GEORGE: (ON SCREEN)
You maniacs! You blew it up!

- God damn you!
- (PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

God damn you all to hell!

Uh, are we moving in?

This...

This is what it's all about.

- What? Monkeys?
- No, the excitement.

The thrill.
I mean, did you hear them at the end?

Yes, that was a great ending.

No, no, it's not just about the ending.

It's about the experience of it.

You've got 300 people
all watching the same thing,

reacting in real time,
just feeding off each other.

You can't get that experience
in television.

You're just in your living room
looking at a small fucking box.

It's just a different game.

Five years of Hogan's and you can
make all the money you'd ever need.

Five years of Hogan's,
I'm gonna shoot myself in the face.

- (CHUCKLES)
- No.

They showed us the writers' room
at CBS last week.

It was like an exact fucking
replica of RAND.

It can't just be about the money.

At first, I thought it was,
this whole Hollywood thing, but...

My mother, she was a tough broad

and she never showed emotion ever,
about anything, except at the movies.

That was the only time
I ever saw my mother cry.

I mean, you can't put a price
on that experience.

I mean, that's magic, baby.

I need to be in the movies.

So what do you know
about producing film?

- What do I know about producing TV?
- Good point.

Let's go.

Are you coming?

VALET: Sir.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

EVANS: I'm having a party on Saturday
night, and if you're not there,

well, I'm just going
to send everybody home.

Even Jack and Warren.

WOMAN: Huh?

Nicholson and Beatty.

Ooh, you're gonna love 'em.
And, uh, bathing suits are optional.

Barry, what are you doing here?

I hate to interrupt your little soiree,

but we had a meeting.

Oh, relax, Barry. Have a drink before
you have a heart attack. Right, girls?

It's 9:00 in the morning.

- Coffee, black.
- Girls, give us a minute.

I'm sorry. Every party needs a pooper.

- How you doing, Barry?
- Bob. Thank you.

I got off the phone with Charlie.
He's livid.

Paramount has fallen back
to eight out of nine.

Well, let me guess, he's up your ass
about Paint Your Wagon overages.

"Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood should
be shooting people, not singing.

"That's entertainment.

"And what's with the Love Story?

"The girl dies at the end?
Who wants to see that?"

It's his studio. Look, I'm not going
to beat around the bush. We need hits.

We can't live off
of Rosemary's Baby forever.

Barry, did you read Love Story?

Yes. Why?

Did it move you?

What does that have to do with anything?

The audience needs to be moved, Barry.
That's how you make hit pictures.

Times are changing,
and we need to keep up.

That's why I got the job
in the ivory tower, and you don't.

If you don't string together some hits,

that ivory tower of yours
is going to come crashing down.

Oh, ye of such little faith.

Bottoms up, Barry.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Bob Evans.

I'm Al Ruddy. I wanted to talk to you.
You got a minute?

I'm fairly certain
we don't have a meeting.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

- How'd you get on the lot?
- It ain't exactly Fort Knox.

Fair enough.
What can I do for you, Mr. Ruddy?

It's what I can do for you.

- I wanna produce for Paramount.
- You told a good story once.

Ballsy of you to walk away
from Hogan's Heroes.

- So, you do know who I am.
- I know who everyone is, kid.

Look, you know what
a producer does, Mr. Ruddy?

They do whatever it takes
to get their movie made.

Now, what makes you think
that you're qualified to do that, huh?

You know, I read an article in Variety
that said that you started out

selling ladies slacks
and doing bit parts in movies,

but you still figured it out.

Don't, don't... (SIGHS)

Don't call them bit parts
when you're kissing someone's ass.

I work with Jimmy fucking Cagney,
my friend. Toe to toe.

So...

Unknown computer guy
creates CBS's hit comedy about Nazis.

Go figure. All right. All right.

You do remind me of me,
and I'm a sentimental guy,

and you caught me on a good day.

Let's set a lunch, Mr. Ruddy.

Talk about your future.

- What producers have you worked for?
- WOMAN: You'll be my first.

I worked in legal for three years
and then saw this job posted.

Well, then, I guess
we'll both have a lot to learn.

(CHUCKLES)

Thanks.

Thank you. We'll let you know.

I thought he just gave me the job.

Oh, no, sweetie,
that was just his Valium talking.

You are dodging a bullet here.

You can thank me later. Exit's that way.

Thank you.

- I...
- BETTYE: Bye.

You're Albert Ruddy.

- Who are you?
- Bettye McCartt.

Bernie Fein sent me.

Bernie.

It's nice to meet you, Bettye,
but I'm sorry, I just hired somebody.

- That little mouse?
- Yeah.

- No.
- Yeah.

No.

Let me take you on a tour.

Come on. I don't bite.

That spot is hallowed fucking ground.

You're not even
paying attention to it. Look.

The guard gate?

That is where Gloria Swanson

drove onto the lot in Sunset Boulevard.

Because she thought Cecil B. DeMille
wanted to make her version of Salome.

When all he actually wanted
was her fucking car.

Fucking car.

BETTYE: Oh, you see that door?

That is the secret entrance
where Adolph Zukor,

who's the founder of Paramount,

that's where he used to sneak
his little starlets into his office.

Oh.

Cool.

It's hallowed ground, man.
Hallowed ground.

Ladies, it's time. Come on. Let's go.

- BETTYE: Seriously, what's your story?
- RUDDY: It's not terribly interesting.

I worked for RAND Corporation
before Hogan's. Architect before that.

BETTYE: Those are both steady gigs.
Why'd you walk away?

Because I could, I guess.

So, Bettye, what's your story?

It's not terribly interesting.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm divorced. Opinionated.

The latter most likely
the cause of the former.

MAN 1: Okay. Let's get ready
for picture. Lock it up.

I love the movies.

My mom used to take me every Saturday,
even when she couldn't make the rent.

RUDDY: Single mother?

BETTYE: Mm.

Yeah, me, too.

- Still go every Saturday?
- Yes, I do.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- How long is your deal here for, Al?
- A year.

What? Really? That is not
long enough to start from scratch.

We have to find a script
that's been overlooked.

MAN 1: Places, everybody.
I wanna feel some energy.

Well, then we'd better get started.

Yeah?

- Let's watch this take first.
- MAN 2: Quiet on set.

(RUDDY EXHALES)

CANDIDA:
The New York Times' Dick Schaap,

"What Philip Roth did for
masturbation, Puzo does for murder."

The Post, "A searing portrayal
of the Mafia underworld."

I'll lay odds that you're gonna be
signing more than 30 books.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

RUDDY: Bob, I found something
you're gonna love.

Jesus, Ruddy. Knock.
It's all right, Sheila.

What was the best scene
in The Great Escape?

- I don't have time for party games.
- It's McQueen's motorcycle jump.

Yeah, true. So what?

I found a great script.
It's about motorcycle racers.

- And chicks?
- Yeah, and chicks.

It's called Little Fauss and Big Halsy.

- It's perfect for McQueen.
- Forget McQueen, for Chrissakes.

He's making his own racing movie,
Le Mans.

Who else you got in mind?
You need a star, kid.

- Robert Redford.
- Redford? Yeah, great idea.

You get me Redford, and you do it
for a million five, all in,

you've got yourself a go picture.

- Thanks, Bob.
- Sure. Yeah, yeah.

Evans is messing with you, Al.

Redford will never do this
for a million five, all in.

- How do you know?
- How is it that you don't?

I don't know. I'm new at this.
Work with me here.

If anyone knows what Redford's up to,
it will be Stevie Phillips.

Who's he?

She is his agent.
You gotta know these things, Al.

Stevie Phillips, please.

This is Al Ruddy calling from Paramount

in regards to a project
for Robert Redford.

Yes.

Okay. Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you.

Stevie says to call back

when you have more than
Hogan's Heroes under your belt. Pass.

- So, we go around her.
- That's not how things are done, Al.

I don't give a fuck how things are done.

Redford's not in town.

He's shooting Butch Cassidy
outside San Pedro, Mexico.

Find out the most expensive hotel there.

That'll be where Redford's staying.
And then book me a flight.

You are certifiable.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN SPANISH)

- Hey, buddy. I'm looking for Redford.
- And who are you?

Producer of his next film.
He said he wanted to speak to me.

Okay. Just wait right there.

MAN: Action! Butch and Sundance, go!

(BOTH PANTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

MAN: And cavalry, go!

(MEN YELLING)

(GUNSHOTS)

All right. Cut, cut, cut.

All right, great!
Let's set up for the next shot.

Let's go. Come on, people!

REDFORD: So this is the guy?

Producer of my next film, huh?

- That's right.
- Who the hell are you?

- Al Ruddy with Paramount.
- (GRUNTS)

Paramount. Okay, so?

So, it's a great Charles Eastman script.

Motorcycles and chicks.
You're gonna love it.

Hope you didn't come all the way
down here to tell me that.

Yeah, Bob. I did.

Well, you could have called.
Paramount's suing me.

That's why I didn't do Rosemary's Baby.

Could've saved you the hassle.

What if I could get you
out of that lawsuit?

You have the authority to do that?

Yeah, I do.

If you do the movie.

Well, first things first.

How about you and I go get drunk later?

You tell me who you are
and why I should work with you.

Great. I'm buying.

No shit.

Yeah. Ruddy!

"Little Fauss and Big Hals..."

Fauss and Halsy!

Well...

Evans is in this for himself,
not for Gulf and Western.

I give you the reins,

and the problems,
they just magically disappear?

Ah, there's my favorite Austrian.

I miss this place. Nice touch, Evans.

- Ask and you shall receive.
- (LAUGHS)

Been a while
since you visited the studio, Barry.

That's because I've been in New York
actually making money for the company.

- Can you say the same?
- Play nice, children.

- Charlie, you know Ann-Margret, right?
- Of course. One of the greats.

Good to see you, Charlie. A glass?

- From you? Sure.
- EVANS: Thank you, honey.

I would love to stay and chat,
but I'm wanted on set.

- I'll see you soon.
- You count on it.

MAN: This way, Miss Margret.

CHARLIE: Ah.

Evans, you are completely transparent.

- Well put.
- And I love it. (CHUCKLES)

Cheers. Help yourself, Barry.
Oh, and, uh, lighten up.

Come on, cheese.

Ann-Margret and two flutes of champagne

is not going to erase
ninth place, Evans.

It's as if every new Paramount picture
comes with its own death rattle.

Newsflash. You approve them, too, Barry.

SHEILA: (ON PHONE) Jack Warner
on line one for Mr. Bluhdorn.

Jesus, uh...

Put him through.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (TSKS) I don't pick up first.

Jack Warner doesn't wait on the line.

Neither do I.

You wait for Jack Warner.
Everybody does.

He invented this business.

Uh, Paramount holding for Mr. Warner.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Hold, please.

WARNER: (ON PHONE) Bluhdorn?
Are you there?

Bob Evans, Mr. Warner.

How you doing?
I got Charlie here with me.

Charlie, you own The Godfather.

- Yeah.
- You doing anything with it?

- No.
- Yes.

- Well?
- We haven't decided.

It's an uncut gem.
Could be a crown jewel.

I've been making gangster movies
since they were silent.

We know how to make this work, Charlie.

I'll buy it today for a million.

Take it.

- We'll think about it.
- You do that. I won't wait forever.

What does he know that I don't?

He knows
that there's movie gold in that book.

Which is why we took a cheap,
early option on the first 60 pages,

$15,000, and that book has been
at number one for the past year.

- Barry, why didn't I know about this?
- Yeah, why, Barry?

Because our last gangster movie
was a sugarless turd.

Yeah, because Kirk Douglas
is a goyish Jew playing an Italian.

We're not going to make
that mistake again.

(SCOFFS) Charlie, gangster movies
are dead, all right? It's a new world.

James Bond, Funny Girl,
that's what people wanna see.

Jack Warner, he offers me a million.
We can get three.

Help cover some losses.

Unless I'm missing something.
Evans, what do you see in this book?

I'll tell you what I see.

I see money.

This picture can make
Paramount number one, Charlie.

I feel it. I feel...
My kishkes are screaming.

That book's all anyone's talking about.

You get the right hands at the wheel,

and this could become
a cultural phenomenon.

The likes we've never seen before.

Like Rosemary's Baby, but bigger.

A million dollar return
on an investment of 15 grand?

We're not gonna get a better offer.

Hmm.

It's only a million.

- (LAUGHS)
- Thank you, Charlie.

The bookstore in Little Italy,
The Godfather.

- It's 58 weeks at number one.
- 'Cause of the tourists.

Well, makes us look stupid.

Like... You know, like a joke.
And that's bad for business.

Sinatra isn't wrong about this one.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLINKING GLASS)

(CHATTER STOPS)

We're here tonight to acknowledge
Joseph Anthony Colombo,

capo to the Profaci Family.

In recognition for his loyalty
to the Commission,

Joe, you have earned a seat
at the table amongst us.

To the Colombo family.

May you live a long life
with prosperity.

- Salute!
- ALL: Salute!

(ALL APPLAUDING)

- RUDDY: Some opening weekend.
- FRANCOISE: It's the studio.

They didn't spend enough
on advertising, that's all.

It's the movie, not the marketing.
Trust me.

All right. What are you in the mood for?

I'll take you anywhere you want.

Honey, I can't. I gotta get home.

Got a stack of scripts
I need to go through

if I'm gonna find my next project.

Right now?
But I thought we were going to dinner.

You okay if we get something to go?

If you tell me what's really going on
in that head of yours.

I'm just scared to lose this.

Producing and...

I've never really felt that before.

Dan Tana's to go?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Sure. (CHUCKLES)

His secretary say what Evans
wanted to see me about?

No, but he likes you, Al.

He's probably just checking in
to find out what's next.

- My film tanked. What if he fires me?
- Then I'm fired, too. Shit.

Hey, do not get fired.

Yeah?

EVANS: Where's the chocolate, man?

I don't see any chocolate.
It's a chocolate factory, right?

You see where I'm going with this?

- Absolutely. It's devoid of chocolate.
- Pack your bags. You're out of here.

- Fuck.
- New York.

You got a meeting with Charlie Bluhdorn

first thing in the morning.

What, you thought you were fired?
That's sweet.

- You're not out of the woods, but...
- Okay. Yeah, whatever you need.

- But, uh, why am I doing this?
- You've read The Godfather, right?

The Godfather. Sure, who hasn't?

I mean, you've read it.
It's great. I love it.

Well, you are officially
now Paramount's low-budget specialist.

We've been all over town. No one wants
to make this movie for $4 million,

so I need you to produce it.

Get going.

- Nice.
- EVANS: And, Ruddy...

Don't fuck it up.

Did you get 'em?

I can't believe
you told them you read it.

- What else was I gonna say?
- You better read fast on the plane.

Fuck, that's big.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

It's about an American family.

Bluhdorn is Austrian, make it universal.

The Godfather is a Greek tragedy
about an Italian family.

You say the word tragedy to Charlie
and he says,

"The only tragedy of my life
is that I bought Paramount."

Okay. It's a story about immigrants.

Everybody in America
comes from immigrants.

- It's a universal story.
- You're overthinking it.

Bluhdorn is famous for being direct.
He speaks like a telegram.

So just be a telegram.

Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Al Ruddy for Charlie Bluhdorn.
- This way.

Al Ruddy.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHARLIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

CHARLIE: Shut up.
I don't want to know what you think.

So you're the genius that Evans
wants to produce the film

that we should not be making.

You, stay.

Ah.

So, tell me, Al Ruddy,

what are you going to do
with this fucking book?

What? Is he deaf?

I'm going to make an ice-blue
terrifying film about people you love.

(SLAMS TABLE)

That is brilliant.

You, come.

What just happened?

Congratulations.

You're the producer of The Godfather.

Ice-blue, baby.

EVANS: Well, hello to the ice-blue
terrifying man of the hour.

(CHUCKLING)

Nobody understands what that means,
but he loved it. Well done.

Now, I want to talk to you
about writers.

William Goldman, great.
Waldo Salt, excellent.

Look, Bob, they're great writers,
but we need a fresh perspective.

We need someone
who understands Italians.

I wanna talk to Puzo.

Oh, sweet Jesus.
Puzo's never written a film.

It's an unwritten law in Hollywood
that you never hire the author.

They'll turn in a 500-page
first draft a year fucking late.

Yeah, but he's the guy
with the original idea.

It's at least worth a meeting.

Look, I'm going to talk to him
while I'm here in New York,

and if I think he's the guy,
will you back me?

Fuck no. But it's your call.

Everything all right?

When was the last time
you made love in a pool?

Al, I was born to write this screenplay.

Well, the studio doesn't believe that
an author can adapt his own novel.

(SCOFFS) Then why are you here?

Because I told 'em...
I said, who knows it better than you?

Now, look, the movie's in here,
but you got to carve it away.

Can you do that?

Thank you.

ERIKA: Mario, he asked you a question.

All right. Look...

Fresh start. But I have
to be the one to write this.

This is my story.
The Corleones are my family.

- Can you deliver a quick draft?
- What's quick?

Three months.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You let me do this,
I'll do it in three days.

Who can argue with that?

- Three days, I'm gonna hold you to that.
- Hold on. Hold on.

I will let you take my husband,

but you must promise me...
Mario has diabetes.

- Oh, Erika.
- ERIKA: No.

- Please. Stop now.
- No!

- Listen, you must watch his diet.
- MARIO: Stop.

He eats crap. He needs to lose weight.

Lock up the food.
No pizza, no ice cream.

No ice cream, no donuts.
You must swear a blood oath to this.

Blood... (CHUCKLES) He's a Jew.

- Ooh!
- (MARIO LAUGHS)

He can't swear a Catholic blood oath.

I volunteer to swear.

Thank you. See?

L'Chaim.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

So, the studio got me
a whole house to write in?

No, I got you the house.
They're just paying for it.

Mr. Ruddy, nice to see you again.
Good evening, sir.

Your table will be ready
in a few minutes.

Thanks, Marco.

Hey, it's not a bad night.

- What did I miss? What did I miss?
- MARIO: That's Frank Sinatra.

(LAUGHING) Fucking Frank Sinatra.

Amazing.
I'm in the same room with Sinatra.

Look, Puzo, Chasen's is not
a celebrity petting zoo, okay?

Now, stay here. I gotta pee.

(FRANK LAUGHING)

MARCO: Please, sir, this way.

Sir?

- MARIO: Mr. Sinatra?
- Yeah.

You have given me and my family

and my late sainted mother
so much pleasure.

That's very kind of you to say so.
It's fans like you that keep me going.

You know, from one artist to another,

you teach the world about true emotion.

- You're Mario Puzo?
- You know me?

FRANK: Yeah, I know who you are.

You're the rat fink
who wrote that fucking book

about the degenerate singer.

You know, I've been an admirer
of yours since I was a kid.

Well, I can't choose my fans.

Especially ones that make up a story
that insults Italians and a singer,

world-famous, who's a disgusting pervert

and a faithless friend of criminals.

Johnny Fontane is a fictional character.

You find me one book review,
in any language in the world,

that does not refer
to the singer Johnny Fontane

as having been based on Frank Sinatra.

Now get the fuck out of my sight

before I have Jilly here
smack some respect into you.

I will not be threatened
by anyone, okay?

Including you, Mr. Sinatra.

Oh.

You wanna cross me, you fat fuck? Huh?

Hey, hey!

- (ALL EXCLAIMING)
- FRANK: Huh?

JILLY: No, no, no, no.

No, not today.

- Hey, hey, come on!
- Get out of here, you fat fuck!

Get the fuck out of here
before I smack you myself.

Get him the fuck out of here.

- Sorry, Frank.
- JILLY: Take it easy.

Choke on it.

Sorry about that.
Sorry, folks. Go back to eating.

Evans is fucking pissed.

And he's got every right to be.

Sinatra and Puzo
are gonna hit the trades.

My greatest achievement
so far as a producer

is that Frank Sinatra is mad at me.

Well, that's more than
most people can say.

No?

- I fucked it up, baby.
- Mais non.

It was just starting to go well, too.

Yeah.

You know what we're gonna do?

We're gonna find your own great escape.

So, we're gonna start with breakfast
at Les Deux Magots,

then we're gonna do steak frites
at Brasserie Lipp.

You like steak frites.

And then we're gonna spend
the afternoon making love.

That's what we're gonna do.

- Paris, huh?
- For one week.

Babe, all of your problems,
I can assure you,

they're still gonna be here
when you get back.

But your head will be clear.

I can't, baby, I gotta stay.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

RUDDY: Fuck.

- Mario, what's going on, man?
- Oh. I, uh...

I can't do this. I'm a novelist.
It takes me six years to write.

What happened to Mr. Three Days?

Every time I sit down
to that typewriter,

there's a blank page laughing at me.

I don't know why I did this to myself.

- (STUTTERING) I'm a failure...
- No, you're not.

...at something that
I already made a success.

I don't even know where to begin.

The book starts with a wedding.
The movie probably should, too.

Trust yourself and write that scene.

(SCOFFS)

Movie scenes are abbreviations.
They're snapshots.

While the wedding's
going on in the garden,

the bride's father is in the office,
handing out favors.

You wanna write it?

RUDDY: It's been weeks,
and Puzo hasn't written a single word.

Evans warned you about
hiring the novelist.

Peter, we couldn't find anybody else.

Agencies won't touch us.
Not for a writer, a director.

Ah, the town wants this project to die.

To humiliate Evans for taking
a chance on the RAND guy

- who sold his first pitch in the room.
- RAND guy.

Look, it's not just you, Ruddy.

Talent is scared of doing
a gangster movie

after the last three bombed.

So how do we fix it?

Francis Ford Coppola.

He's brilliant.
He wrote the script for Patton,

and probably gonna be nominated
for an Oscar.

Now, he might do this,
but he'll wanna direct.

Evans will need to be talked into it.

- It's worth taking a shot.
- That's a great idea.

Coppola owes Warners money,

and he has a very expensive setup
in San Francisco.

- How do you know that?
- A girl never reveals her secrets.

You should give him a call.

No.

Send Coppola the book.
Tell him I'm on my way.

Done.

Did you tell him to come to me?

- It was a good idea.
- Yeah, I got a lot of those.

How embarrassing for you.
I left you a message not to come.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

- I'm passing on The Godfather.
- I got the message.

But I respect you
and what you stand for,

so I came to hear the reason why.

Ah. Okay. Uh, as an Italian,
I don't wanna glorify Mafia violence.

I agree with you. You're right.
I mean, how do you glorify men

who cut the head off a horse
and put it in a producer's bed?

- (CHUCKLES) Yes. That producer...
- RUDDY: Deserved it.

Yes, he did. It was a hell of a scene.

And Sonny gunned down at a tollbooth.

Or Michael, seeing his wife's car
bombed in Sicily after the wedding,

- I mean, priceless.
- (EXHALES)

Francis, let me be candid.
You're in director jail.

And the only movie I produced,

like your last movie,
didn't exactly set the world on fire.

And in spite of that, here I am,

producer of the hottest novel
in the world,

and I'm begging you to take it on.

You're a true artist and we need that.

You help Mario Puzo finish this script,

we'll get you back on the floor.

Are you telling me that Bob Evans
is gonna let me direct this film?

(SCOFFS)

It's not up to Bob, it's up to you.

RUDDY: Francis Ford Coppola
will help Puzo finish the script.

Well, he's a great writer, man.
Smart move.

He didn't hustle you to let him direct?

No, I hustled him.
Look, we need an Italian to do this.

He's got a great vision, but he could
tell you about it himself. Francis.

Hello, Bob.

Hey, Francis. How you been?

He wanted to tell you a little bit

about what he's got in mind
for The Godfather.

- Oh, I'm listening. I'm all ears.
- Okay.

So why is it that The Godfather
is selling more copies than the Bible?

You think it's about the drug trade
in 1946 in New York City? Not at all.

It's a metaphor for American capitalism.

The American dream.
The mythic battle for control.

Okay, what is our opening line?
"I believe in America."

How perfect is that?

And what is America to this undertaker?

It's a land of opportunity

and it's a justice system
that has failed him.

It's Shakespeare. It's Greek.

Biblical. Epic. Evil versus evil. Fun.

The Godfather is a story about men.

And they come together,
and they form a bond,

and they find justice through loyalty.

Not fucking law.

But at its core,
this is a story about family.

That's the secret sauce.

That is what has captured the hearts
and minds of the whole world.

You read it and you say,
"That's my family."

That's your family.

For Paramount, it's the Corleone family.

I know how to make this film.
You need an Italian to tell this tale.

Four million, all in, not including
prints and ads. I can do that.

And, uh, he told me
to say that last part.

(CHUCKLES) So, that's it.
That's my pitch.

That's great, Francis.
That is great stuff.

- Cheers.
- EVANS: Cheers.

FRANCIS: I'm going to leave
you gentlemen to it.

I'm sure that we will be talking soon.

Thanks, buddy. Good stuff.

Nice fucking ambush.

Jesus. Taking a leaf out of my playbook.

You don't like the rules much,
do you, Ruddy?

I don't know the rules.

(LAUGHS)

Well, I guess it looks like
you've got yourself a director.

Nice work, kiddo. Nice work.

Hey, Tommy,
your 1H figures are wrong again.

That's two weeks in a row.
Send someone...

All right. Listen up.

The fucking book is still number one

- and now they're making a movie of it.
- (DOOR BUZZER RINGS)

Well, I ain't gonna see it, boss.

The Jews got the JDL,
the Blacks got the NAACP,

- but who defends us, the Italians?
- ALL: Nobody.

Well, I'm starting.

Beginning now, the Italian American
Civil Rights League.

No gagootz is gonna push us
around anymore.

- What the fuck are those flowers?
- It's from Sinatra.

It says, "Hopefully we can
make this thing go away."

It's a funeral wreath.
The florist fucked up.

No, he didn't fuck up.

Sinatra wants us
to shut the picture down.

Get me Mickey Cohen in Los Angeles.

It's time to send a message.

It smells delicious, guys.

Yeah, it's a beautiful piece
of meat, huh?

BETTYE: Mm.

Where you going with that knife?

I'm going to cut the fat
so that I can brown it.

Brown it?
My mother never browned anything.

- She fried it.
- What's the difference?

- We have to put this in the picture.
- What?

A scene about gangsters
arguing over sauce?

No, a scene about
family arguing over sauce.

Huh? Huh?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Let's open another bottle of wine.

I'll get it.
You boys just keep on talking.

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

- I had a really lovely time.
- Yeah, that was lovely.

Yeah. My God, they can eat
a lot of food, though. (LAUGHS)

I think Puzo's been around
a kitchen once or twice.

- Yeah.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

I know.
They're like this old, married couple.

An old, married couple
that needs to start turning in pages.

(GUNSHOTS)

(WHITE ROOM BY CREAM PLAYING)