Donnie Brasco Page #7

-The irony of it.

-Yeah, irony.

Forget about it. Put a beaner inside here,

then he knows these are men of men.

You see, if I work out the strategy right,

you got to hold up your end now.

-You know what I'm saying?

-Yeah, I know.

You got to hold up your end now.

You know what I'm saying?

How much is this?

Donnie, you got something on you?

-What are you doing there?

-How about here's $5?

-You're doing an amazing job, you know.

-What?

-I mean, we all think so.

-Yeah. Absolutely.

For crying out loud. F***.

-Can I ask you something?

-What?

What's "forget about it"? What is that?

"Forget about it" is like

if you agree with someone.

Like, "Raquel Welch is one great

piece of ass." "Forget about it."

But then, if you disagree, like,

"A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac?

"Forget about it."

It's also like if something

is the greatest thing in the world.

Like "Minghia, those peppers!

Forget about it!" You know?

It's also like saying, "Go to hell," too.

Like, "Paulie, you got a one-inch pecker."

And Paulie says, "Forget about it."

Forget about it. "Paulie, forget about it."

Sometimes it just means, forget about it.

All right. Thank you very much. I got it.

Let me tell you something.

I don't get this boat for Lefty...

-Forget about it?

-F***ing forget about it.

You know that sting operation?

What do you call it?

Where the agents dress up like Arabs

and try to bribe congressmen?

-They got a boat down here.

-What?

-Abscam.

-That's right. It's Abscam.

Yeah? Could we get it?

Forget about it.

Son of a b*tch!

Come on, son of...

F***ing Donnie.

Hey, Lefty,

you're not gonna f***ing believe this.

-You think this is some joke, huh?

-What?

-You think this is funny, huh?

-What are you talking about?

It's f***ing cold. Why is it so cold in here?

Hey, Donnie. Listen to me, Donnie.

I know you know, all right?

And I know you know I know you know.

-Right.

-Right.

What the f*** are you talking about?

I'm telling you, I'm freezing

to my f***ing death, Donnie.

Yeah, f***ing Greenland in here.

There's no knob. Where's the knob?

Thank you.

Well, did you call the maintenance guy?

They gotta have a...

Maintenance. I'm not gonna call

a maintenance guy. What are you, crazy?

Who knows a maintenance guy comes in,

what if he's an agent? Come on.

Come on, he's not an agent.

He's a f***ing janitor.

Janitor, come on.

I don't want him touching it.

Put his hands on it. Who knows what

he puts in the goddamn air-conditioner.

Here, look at this. Here, look, look.

I got it up to 120, here. Come on.

Ain't no f***ing...

I'm not gonna have anyone going in here.

You know something?

That's a f***ing practical joke.

-That's what that is.

-It's a joke?

-Yeah.

-Where's the joke? I don't see the joke.

Come on, you know Sonny's

sense of humor. It's Sonny f***ing around.

-You think this is Sonny?

-Yeah.

-Sonny?

-Yeah.

Sonny did this to me?

This is not Sonny Black, my friend.

No. This is you, Donnie.

You f***ing cocksucker, it's you!

Whoa, you don't f***ing call me that, Lefty.

-Don't call you what?

-Don't you f***ing call me cocksucker.

Cocksucker. I'll call you anything I want.

I'll call you cocksucker.

Yeah, I'll call you cocksucker.

I'll call you motherf***er!

Yeah, you're a f***ing cocksucker.

-You calling me a cocksucker?

-Yeah, you like that?

-I'm a what?

-Cocksucker.

-I'm a cocksucker?

-You're a cocksucker.

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna kill me over a f***ing draft?

-Yeah.

-Let me tell you something.

You'd better f***ing kill me.

Because you don't kill me tonight,

I'm gonna come in here,

I'm gonna chop you up and then...

I'll sneak in here and f***ing kill you.

Oh yeah, you don't call me cocksucker.

Here.

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

-Cocksucker.

-Go ahead. Take it back.

-Kill me.

-Take it back, Donnie.

F*** you, I'm getting my own room.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You're not gonna see me tomorrow,

for your information.

I got news for you, Donnie.

You won't see me tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day,

and wise guys don't work on Mother's Day!

You're a cocksucker.

Go ahead!

No!

Give me a break! No!

Are you trying to get me killed

with that f***ing suit?

F***ing car. That purple, f***ing car.

Don't say the word "plotz."

You understand?

Get in the back.

Wait a minute. I'll be there.

Mr. Trafficante, this is Lefty,

a friend of ours.

I don't know what to say.

To me, this is like a great moment in my life.

It's like meeting Mickey Mantle.

That's the boat I arranged for you,

Mr. Trafficante.

It's got everything.

Got a full bar, any kind of music you want.

You want to make a telephone,

it's got telephones.

-Any questions, you ask me.

-Where's Sonny Black?

-Sonny Black?

-Yeah.

Everybody, out. Come on, baby.

-It's beautiful!

-What did I tell you?

You brought the family.

Hey, Paul, what do you know?

-Nice boat.

-What do you say, Paulie?

Where's Gilligan?

Now, that's what I call a boat.

Yeah, I would be... Yeah.

Here.

Sure, you can operate here.

You got to show a little respect.

Hey! Over here.

I don't even want to look at you.

-You know what the bow is?

-What did I do now?

You stabbed the wrong guy

in the back, my friend.

What are you talking about?

You think I said something to Sonny?

Go to the bow. I'm gonna stay in the stern.

Go to the bow. Stay there.

I'm so disgusted with you, you know that?

-You just said it.

-Just so you know.

-How you doing?

-That Trafficante is something else.

-ls that right? Is he a good old guy?

-Forget about it.

That motherf***er had this all to himself

for 50 f***ing years

and it's still a cow town.

This could be like Vegas down here.

Forget about Sonny Red

and his trucks in Jersey.

This is all I want. Florida.

Tell you something. Sonny Red

is freezing his nuts off right now.

That's for sure.

All I need is the start-up money from Rusty

and then we all get rich.

Are we heading

back to New York pretty soon?

Not you. I want you to represent me

down here, Donnie.

I want you to be my man in Florida.

Get that club going. You know, Kings Court.

You didn't think I knew about that, did you?

I think I'll send the lion down here with you.

Keep that big p*ssy in the parking lot.

You know, Sonny, I really appreciate

the offer and everything,

but I got a lot of things going on

in New York.

-I'd like to keep them...

-Lefty's a dynamite guy. No doubt about it.

He looked after me when I was in the can.

That's something I don't forget,

something that I will never ever forget.

He's a stand-up guy.

He really cares about you, too.

Yeah, I know he does.

The problem is that

you think that he's helping you,

but he's hurting you.

He gets those two or three wines in him...

You know what I'm saying.

I don't want to be

stepping on nobody's toes.

-lf it wasn't for Left, l...

-That's it. Look.

You belong to me now.

That's it.

Mr. Trafficante's leaving.

-You believe that?

-Ulcers, Christ, they're killing me.

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