Donnie Brasco Page #6

to make the decision about the joint.

This would be something, you know,

if we had my own lounge down here,

me and you.

-You know?

-What about Sonny?

Donnie, don't tell me what to do, Donnie.

I'm asking a question.

Donnie, Sonny's down here for a vacation.

He ain't once gotten out

of that chaise longue.

He lies there like he's in f***ing traction.

Yeah, I know, but he did mention

that he might wanna get something going.

Imagine Sonny Black operating down here.

The way he is?

Come on. Sonny Black belongs in Brooklyn.

I guess if everything worked out

we could send a few fazools up there, no?

Thirty years I'm busting my hump.

What do I got?

Even a dog

gets a warm piece of the sidewalk.

I ought to show something for what I did.

-You know what I mean?

-Definitely.

This ain't New York down here.

New York with the politics,

all the old beefs and the grudges.

Down here, a guy like me could sit down

with the boss.

You know what I'm saying?

Get out from under, be a free agent again.

I'm telling you, Donnie, nothing but right.

Lefty wants to ask Santo Trafficante

for permission to operate down here.

-You got to give me a boat.

-We can't afford that kind of money.

-What kind of a boat?

-I don't know. Like a 70-footer.

-I want to take him out for the day.

-You're talking $6,000 a day here, Joe.

Santo Trafficante is the boss of Florida.

-He sits on the Commission. Did you know?

-I knew that.

-A 70-foot boat?

-It's up to 80, actually.

We just picked up Lefty on a wiretap

talking to one of Trafficante's guys.

A few things to go over

to make a loan-sharking indictment.

This is important!

Ninety, actually.

I did what you asked.

I came here and vouched for this guy.

So what, I'm gonna take Santo Trafficante

out in a rubber ducky or what?

We're gonna have to

wash your mouth out, bud.

Does Sally Paintglass report to Nicky

or Nicky Cigars?

-Nicky Glasses.

-Nicky Glasses?

As I was saying,

we've got to fold Sonny into the RlCO...

-I need a boat for this f***ing sit-down!

-I'm a Mormon, mister. Now clean it up.

Joe, I think you got a malfunction

on your tape recorder.

Get me a f***ing boat, would you? What?

I'm not getting anything here.

I'm worried. He's getting strung-out.

We're getting what we want. F*** him.

There it is.

Just moving behind, nice and slow.

Why don't you count it, my friend?

Go ahead.

It's all there. No bullshit.

We're bueno?

Pleasure doing business

with you caballeros.

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean

The home of the brave and the free

-F***.

-F***!

What are you doing? You want to

throw me in the pool? You got the balls?

He hasn't made a pick yet.

Forget those dogs.

Hey, you know,

if you took my blood pressure right now,

it'd be down 100%.

Rusty's locked up in the can

with his f***ing sinuses.

He finds out you're down in Florida...

I don't punch a clock for Rusty.

Live your life like a man down here.

Forget about it, Sonny. By tomorrow,

you're gonna be crying

you miss the New York bread.

New York bread is like cake.

Hey, two weeks you're wearing

the same f***ing shirt.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

I'm not in a big hurry

to go back to New York.

Yeah, don't worry about it. One more day,

that f***ing shirt's gonna go back

to New York on its own.

That's why we don't get service in this joint.

They see you in that f***ing shirt, they say,

"There's Joe Faccia Di Culo, " in that shirt.

That's enough.

"That's enough?"

What does that mean, "that's enough"?

Look at him, look at him. He's mad.

-Hey, Donnie, let's go for a walk.

-Where?

-Come on, I'm gonna get a candy bar.

-All right.

Look at him, that was once yellow,

that shirt.

What are we supposed to call him now?

Sonny Florida.

Watch out, you're gonna put him

on the warpath again.

Yeah.

That shirt. That's the shirt the barber

gives you to put over your shirt.

I want to know what you're up to.

-What do you mean?

-Yesterday.

Last night?

What were you doing last night?

No, I'm saying, when yesterday?

What time yesterday?

Come here. Don't mess around with me.

Yesterday f***ing afternoon.

Nothing.

Why has Lefty got such a hard-on

to send me back to New York?

Oh, come on, Sonny.

That guy's busting your balls down there.

I wanna know.

I wanna know what you got

going on down here.

I don't understand, Sonny.

You wanna know about every

half-assed scam that'll amount to nothing?

That's right.

Look.

I don't mean any disrespect.

I mean, I know you're a skipper

and I'm a nobody,

but I can't do that to Lefty.

Listen to me, you cocksucker,

I'll eat your f***ing balls for breakfast.

You understand me?

Every f***ing one of you.

This is life or death.

Not a f***ing game, Donnie.

This is my say-so. Now, you tell me.

I can't do it, Sonny.

How about if I f***ing whack you

right here and now?

Do what you have to do, Sonny.

I can't do that to Lefty.

-Mommy, I need some help.

-Hello?

-Hey.

-Hey.

-It's too tight.

-Here, sweetie.

-I'm in Florida.

-What are you doing in Florida?

I don't know. I'm hunting for turtles.

What do you think I'm doing in Florida?

Honey, I'm working.

It's 12 degrees here.

Excuse me, you're wearing this coat!

Young lady, you are wearing this coat.

-B*tch.

-What did you call me?

-Is everything all right?

-What did you...

What if I said no, Joe?

Would it make any difference?

-I guess not.

-So don't ask me. Come on, stand up.

"John Wayne dead. Nation mourns."

How can John Wayne die?

The f***ing lndians got him.

"Old-fashioned family man.

Ruled with an iron hand."

Look at that.

Let me talk to Kerry.

I want to talk about the Communion.

My God, Joe. She doesn't want to do it.

What do you mean? She ain't got no choice.

-You are wearing this coat!

-Put her on the phone, Maggie.

I don't know when I can call again.

Does she know not to bite the wafer?

I don't know. She's acting out or something.

-I'll be back next week.

-Thank you.

Maggie, I promise I'll get back

for her Communion.

-Yours doesn't look any better.

-Don't start it with your sister.

-Joe, I got to go.

-What?

I love you. Sh*t.

-Who's that on the phone? Richie?

-No. What did Sonny say?

-You told Sonny about the club?

-No, I thought you did.

-Just shut up about it. Call Richie.

-All right.

Big guy like Santo Trafficante,

he's been around

since the Mustache Petes.

You gotta respect the man.

-Donnie, you get that boat yet?

-No, I'm working on it.

Don't tell me no. You got to get that boat.

I reached out already.

His man says, "Lefty, he loves boats."

I told him a 100-foot boat.

I'm on the clothesline now.

I told you, I'm working on it.

-Don't disappoint me again, please.

-Again? Since when did I disappoint you?

Forget about it. What's this?

Look at that. Same thing we call each other.

Friend of mine, friend of ours. Good.

But there's the double meaning. You get it?

-Know what I mean?

-Yeah.

-A boss appreciates a thing like that.

-Yeah.

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