Donnie Brasco Page #5

I'll get back to you.

He'll let us know?

-Good evening. How many?

-Five.

My wife says it's very in, Japanese.

She read about it in Parade magazine.

Very big now.

Have seat. Take off shoes. Please.

-What kind of food is this?

-It's fish.

-Please, take off shoes.

-Are you kidding me?

Take off your pants. What's that?

I'm afraid it's necessary.

-It's Japanese tradition.

-ls that right?

-Forget about it, I ain't doing it.

-I'm afraid it's necessary.

Forget it, I ain't taking my f***ing shoes off.

-Hey, Donnie.

-What?

When in Rome...

Nicky, who won the f***ing war?

-War? What war?

-We did. Do you want to fight it again?

-Take off your shoes.

-I ain't gonna do it.

-Take your shoes off.

-I ain't taking my shoes off.

I want to eat sometime tonight.

Take off your shoes,

or I'm gonna chop off your f***ing feet.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to take orders

from a f***ing Jap?

I grew up in an orphanage because

my old man was killed in Okinawa.

You think I'm taking my shoes off

for this f***ing prick?

No, I ain't doing it.

I'm afraid it's necessary.

Listen, my friend's not gonna

take off his shoes there, Mr. Moto.

I'm afraid it's necessary.

Neither are the rest of us.

So give us a table before I smack you.

You must take off your shoes.

-You like shoes, you f***?

-Get him down!

You like shoes?

Let me get in there.

Slant-eyed motherf***er!

-Come on. Let's go.

-Son of a b*tch!

-Watch him, Donnie!

-Stupid f***!

Kick the sh*t out of him, Donnie! Kick him!

Use those f***ing boots!

Don't you move, you f***.

Don't you f***ing move.

You like shoes, you f***?

Slant-eyed motherf***er!

-Come on. Let's go.

-Son of a b*tch!

Watch him, Donnie!

Stupid f***!

Kick the sh*t out of him, Donnie! Kick him!

Mind your own business.

Just go home! Go home!

Go home, you miserable b*tch.

What you doing?

Sonny's ready to start.

He's not done yet. You want him to piss

all over the f***ing floor?

...not sharing the cigars.

Up the block, they sell for $50 a box.

We could sell them for $25.

You give two or three of those to a broad,

she'll do anything you want.

Give three Quaaludes to Brenda.

Maybe she'd cook.

I doubt it.

I got a guy that's in the middle

of this load of Sergio Valentes.

A dime on the vig.

-So, what do you got on the street?

-$100,000.

That should be $250,000

by the end of the year.

I can get these real cheap

and I got a guy who can move them.

Will you f***ing stop that?

How else am I supposed to open this?

Open sesame!

A score's a score.

Boss, look what I got here. It's 100 pairs.

Sonny Red's got $1 million a month

with his trucks in Jersey.

What do I get?

Steak knives and parking meters.

We ought to hijack an oil tanker.

There's a lot of money in oil.

You know something?

There's a guy I know down in Florida.

He says it's wide open down there.

-Where in Florida?

-Florida. The beach.

The whole economy's moving down there.

They call it the Sun Belt.

The economy's got to be good

for us to make any real money.

You don't think they got

their own wise guys in Florida?

Florida and Arizona

because of the energy crisis.

I heard a whole conversation

on the Long John Neville Show.

Problem up here, you got 3,000 wise guys

all chasing the same f***ing nickel.

You're from down there, Florida, Donnie?

Lot of parking meters down in Florida.

You guys think this is funny?

I'm the skipper now. I gotta answer!

$50,000 a month, I kick up to Rusty.

Every month!

One day, I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna be here in this same room

with all these same f***ing guys

talking about the same f***ing scams

that never amount to nothing!

That's how I'll know

that I've been sent to f***ing hell.

Joe, give these humps another drink.

It's all they're good for.

I tell you right now, we better start earning

or somebody's gonna get clipped.

Why did you inject that, Donnie,

with Florida?

What are you talking about?

I didn't inject nothing.

You injected that. Don't tell me no.

I know you. You don't say nothing

unless there's a reason for it.

Now, who is this f***ing guy in Florida?

Nobody. He's a guy I knew

when I lived down there, that's all.

You vouch for this guy?

Hey, come on. That was bullshitting around.

Bullshitting around? What, you think

Sonny Black is just bullshitting around?

What do I know? I don't... You know...

You think he wasn't?

Yeah, well... Listen to me, Donnie,

I don't know what to swear on.

My dead father, my mother who I love,

my children.

I swear to you, Donnie, something

is going on you don't know about.

-I was making conversation with the guy.

-Mr. Smart Conversation,

you tell me what happens

if Sonny Black decides

he wants to go to Florida?

Who said he's going to go to Florida?

Donnie, don't think

you can pull the wool over my eyes.

I see you siding up to Sonny Black.

With my eyes, I'm looking at you.

You're doing it.

-Come on.

-I ain't siding up to Sonny Black.

He goes to Florida, you're responsible.

And I'm responsible

because I represent you.

Come on. I was just bullshitting around.

You think you can trust Sonny Black.

You can't trust Sonny Black.

Sonny Black is one big, fat,

f***ing snake in the...

-Grass. Snake in the grass.

-You can't say that now.

Sonny Black is a skipper.

You don't open your mouth about him.

Lefty, this f***ing guy Richie calls me up.

He says,

"I'm getting hassled

by a couple of half-assed wise guys."

He's looking for a partner

to give him a little peace of mind.

-He's got this nightclub to run down there.

-A nightclub?

Got a singles bar. It's near the beach.

I got two grenades in my house.

I'd blow up all Mulberry Street

before I'd give you up. You understand?

I don't know what I would do

if you did something wrong.

You understand? I'd die with you.

Come on!

Come on, Four!

Four!

-Sh*t.

-That was in.

Bullshit. Knocked me so far...

Don't push me!

I'll break your f***ing head.

-Sh*t! He lives!

-What the f*** are you...

F***!

Jesus Christ.

Half hour.

-Where is this guy?

-I don't know, Left.

-ls that him?

-Yeah, that's him.

Don, you brought the cavalry.

Richie Gazzo.

-How you doing?

-How you doing?

I'm late!

You guys got a chance

to work on your suntans out here.

Kings Court. Where every man is a king.

Wait until you get a load

of the banquet room. You're gonna plotz.

Ask him why this place

is such a f***ing dump.

He wants to know

why it's such a dump, Richie.

I had to shut the doors.

The way these bums had their hands

in my pockets.

You know, $200 for this, $300 for that.

I got a wife who does that,

you know what I mean?

Ask him to leave, Donnie.

-Richie, step outside, take a look at the car.

-Sure. Great.

What kind of a man has a Malvole?

He won't provide for his own wife.

-I'm telling you, this guy's all right.

-You vouch for him?

-When I knew him before, he was all right...

-You vouch for the guy?

I'm just making an introduction. You got

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