Donnie Brasco Page #8

Come here.

Santo, this is Donnie.

-He's a friend of ours.

-Hi, Donnie. Nice to meet you.

-This is Donnie.

-Hi, how you doing?

-Give my best to Joe, will you?

-I will.

Snowed in. Can you believe him?

Right. His daughter's First Communion,

and he gets stuck at an airport.

That's for his own protection.

I'll see you later. Okay?

-I hate flying.

-I know you do. Be safe.

Oh, sweetheart.

Honey.

Your father is so proud of you.

I'm going upstairs.

God damn it, Joe.

The number you have dialed

has been changed.

The new number is unpublished

at the subscriber's request.

Hey, Left, get us checked in over there,

will you?

-Stick around. I'm going to get a paper.

-All right.

Jesus, Joe. That's Hollman, US Attorney,

coming at us.

The guy on the right.

Christ, Joe, what are we going to do?

Why don't you just shut the f*** up?

I'll take care of it.

Anything goes wrong down there,

you have their people call your people

in New York, understand?

I don't want to come down here

and iron anything out.

-You got your plane tickets?

-Joe Pistone.

Remember me? Southern District...

What kind of f***ing sh*t...

-What are you doing?

-Grabbed my cock.

What the f***!

Shut up. He's working.

Keep your mouth shut.

F***ing degenerate bastard.

What a sick f***. Grabbed my cock.

I want that club up and running.

I don't care how long it takes.

Here comes a f***ing cop.

Get the hell out of here.

Have a safe trip.

You have the tickets and everything?

Listen to me.

Get on the phone.

Get me on the next flight back. Understand?

Don't call me Joe again.

I'll cut your f***ing throat, understand?

You piece of sh*t.

-Daddy?

-Hi, baby.

-Who made you?

-God made me.

-Why did God make you?

-God made me to show his goodness

to make me happy with him in heaven.

-Where is God?

-God is everywhere.

Sweet dreams, angel.

I want a divorce.

He comes home at all hours of the night

without announcing when, why, or where

he's been for the last three months.

And you know what he does?

He rearranges the cabinets.

He remakes the bed.

He vacuums the entire house.

Do you know another man that vacuums?

It's abnormal.

-It's abnormal behavior.

-Well, you know,

changing the phone number and

not telling your husband is pretty normal.

-I don't exist, you don't exist.

-So now I know how it feels.

No, now I know how you feel.

I'll tell you something. It felt good.

Now I do know how it feels

to be so in control.

Now I know how it feels to be strong.

-You love control, don't you?

-Oh, my God.

Please, Joe, just listen.

Otherwise you just play out

the old pathology.

Maggie, you were saying Joe leaves.

Yes, he leaves.

He leaves me with the house

and the kids and the bills,

but not a husband.

I want my husband.

What do you think you're running from?

-I ain't running from nothing.

-"l ain't running from nothing."

You hear yourself?

The man I married was a college man.

Being the distancer

forces Maggie into the role of the pursuer.

This gives you a feeling of power.

Simultaneously, you resent Maggie

-for fulfilling her intimacy needs...

-I'm an undercover agent for the FBl, Doctor.

You and your Mafia faggots

can go screw each other.

I'm not gonna do it anymore.

I really hope that you can help her out

because obviously she's very sick.

You can see that.

Obviously, I'm the sick one.

-You.

-Now,

Monday, Wednesday, and Friday

are Joe's intimacy days.

Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday

are Maggie's.

Now, on your day,

you make an intimacy request.

"Rub my back," or

"l have a problem with the kids.

Could you help me out?"

You sit around in

your safe little f***ing house

with your safe little f***ing station wagon,

and your safe little friends.

You dream up the next $100 head f***.

-"Will you rub my back?"

-You're an animal, do you know that?

-Just get in the f***ing car.

-Do you know that?

You know what my intimacy request is

for that guy?

It's very intimate.

He can take the bill he's gonna send me

and shove it up his ass.

You want to know why we went to him?

I was hoping he could come up with

one good reason for me not to leave you

because I don't have one anymore.

What? You gonna leave me?

You gonna leave me, Maggie?

You don't leave me.

-Hello.

-Hey, Annette.

Donnie.

-What's the matter?

-Where are you?

I'm in New York. I had to come back. Why?

-It's Tommy.

-Why, what's going on? What happened?

Can you give your sister

some vegetables, honey? Thank you.

Not with your fingers, sweetie.

What else do you need?

We did fractions with Miss Greenberg today

in class, you know?

Did you? Fractions?

-I got my test back and I got a 95.

-Of course you did.

-What's going on?

-Donnie, what are you doing here?

You belong in Florida.

I checked in with Annette

and she said something...

-You called her from Florida?

-I was up here. I had a few things to care of.

You got to go back. Come on.

What happened to him?

Is he gonna be all right?

Do I know?

They got 12 f***ing diplomas on the wall,

and they can't tell you a f***ing thing.

Forget about it.

Tommy gets out of this f***ing Bellevue,

he's going right back to f***ing up.

-What did he do? Did he overdose?

-That ain't the question.

A plastic pipe in his mouth.

About five million tubes.

They have a machine breathing for him.

Where's the f***ing doctor?

You want me to go talk to this guy for you?

Talk to the doctor?

You gonna break his legs?

I'm saying, you want me to do something?

I'm here.

I want you to go back down to Florida.

You belong to Sonny now. Believe me.

I came here to be with you.

I want to help you out.

-You're my man. I'm here for you.

-I don't want you here, Donnie.

You and Tommy is both

peas in a f***ing pod. You don't listen.

You got your own ideas.

You do what you want to do

up on your high horses. Everything's a joke.

You go to La Guardia and you get back.

-Get back to Florida. Get on a plane.

-I ain't going.

-Forget about it.

-Go on!

I'm gonna stay here with you.

You want to kick the sh*t out of me?

I'm gonna be right here. All right?

Twenty eight years.

You can read it on his birth certificate.

Bellevue Hospital. Now he's back, in there.

And I'm out here,

worried to my f***ing death.

And he's asleep in there,

same as 28 years ago

with the same expression.

He's made no progress.

He ain't got no f***ing respect.

He's my son.

His heart stopped like a watch.

That's what the doctor said.

Just like a watch.

They had to wind it back up.

Who knows? Maybe next time,

they can't.

He's gonna be all right. He'll be all right.

I love you, Donnie.

Hey, Joe.

What?

You know the U.S. government?

Yeah.

The U.S. government you swore an oath

and dedicated your life to?

Yeah. Why?

We got audited.

Hey, let's make a toast to Sonny, huh?

To Sonny and our new Florida business.

Hey, Sonny, how you doing?

-What's going on, Red?

-You know the boys.

I hear you was in Florida.

Yeah, it's nice down there. Take the sun.

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