Donnie Brasco Page #9

You got friends down there?

Everybody's nice down there.

The people, they're very friendly down there.

Nice color.

Thank you.

I'm not talking to the Bureau.

There is no Bureau.

There's a bunch of a**holes

and the l.R.S. is another bunch of a**holes.

So what I'm asking you to do

is to place a phone call, a**hole to a**hole.

-Please calm down.

-You want me to calm down?

You tell this f***ing auditor

that I'm coming to D.C.

and I'm gonna whip the sh*t out of him

with his calculator, you understand?

Let's face it, bud,

they don't audit you for...

Okay, I'm gonna hang up now.

Wait, I'm a GS-15. You can't...

F***ing cocksucker.

All right!

How you doing, Nicky?

Hey, Sonny!

Look at this place. It's unbelievable.

-Beautiful.

-I feel lucky tonight.

Look at it. Opening night.

This place is a goddamn palace,

for Christ's sake.

Terrific, Sonny. I love it.

-It's a f***ing palace!

-How you doing?

How you doing? Having fun?

Let's try another one. Again.

I like it.

I like it bigtime.

-I need a steak, medium rare.

-Couple bowls of chili, extra hot.

Okay, Donnie, this is the take.

-Put this bag someplace safe.

-All right.

Chicken taco.

Just turn real slow.

Is there a problem, Officer?

-What's your name, boy?

-Donnie Brasco. What's yours?

What are all you New York guineas

doing down here?

Your missus invited us.

Gentlemen, we're running

a charity event here.

-We have a permit.

-You got a permit for the lion?

Break it up! Break it up!

You f***ing pigs!

I guess you didn't ever think

of paying these guys off, did you?

Where the hell am I gonna get money to go

bribing cops? Nobody authorized that.

You know how f***ing embarrassed I am?

The old man's people down here.

A year now, I got to be in my house

with the shades drawn.

Where's that bag?

They got it. They got everything.

That's Rusty's money.

-Sonny, I'm sorry...

-Shut up.

You shut up. Sit down.

Shut the f*** up.

Like this, I got to go back to New York.

Make this right with Rusty.

Face that cocksucker Sonny Red.

You know, I got to say something.

Usually the cops are so f***ing dumb.

It takes them three months

just to get wind something's going on.

Then they got to go get a warrant.

They got to go through them pictures.

What are they?

-Surveillance.

-They go to surveillance.

Three months taking pictures.

All this time,

how do these cops know so much?

-We just opened the f***ing doors.

-What are you saying?

There's got to be a snitch here.

All right.

So there's a snitch.

We find him. We cut his prick off.

Leave it in his mouth.

Leave him on the street.

Okay?

What are you,

a silent partner all of a sudden?

-Get me the f*** out of here!

-Hey, knock it off in there!

Shut up! F*** you!

Keep it up, boy,

I'll send you out of here in a box.

-Did you bust it up good?

-Yeah, we busted it up.

He's out of business. You understand?

Yeah, I'm listening.

That punk is finished down here. That's it.

That's great. I can't believe it.

-All right, look, I'll talk to you later.

-Okay.

Give me some of that cheese

with that salami, please?

-He busted up the club.

-Good.

-Take this taste out of my mouth.

-There you go.

Now he has to answer for what happened.

You gonna send for him?

He sits down with us.

Bing-bada-boom, it's done.

The whole f***ing crew. All of them.

I'll dust off the guns.

Napkins and tablecloths, $500 scoot.

$500 scoot?

Down in Florida, it's $500 an hour.

You like it down there so much,

why don't you go buy some oranges?

-What do you got there, Bullfrog?

-Dime on the vig.

I'm doing the best I can, Sonny.

What do you got, Nicky?

I got a guy boosted 30 tickets

to Chaka Khan at the Garden.

What about Florida?

I thought we weren't supposed to talk

about Florida.

So you never got nothing going on?

No. Nothing ever panned out for me, Sonny.

I couldn't catch a break.

-You never got nothing going on?

-What did I just say?

Sonny.

Paulie, I got a truckload of razor blades.

What the f*** am I gonna do

with razor blades?

You know how many razor blades

fit in a truck?

I got a guy on the inside,

works in a warehouse.

Has the art collection of the Shah of lran.

A sit-down where?

Yeah.

That was Sonny Red's guy.

Wants to have a sit-down in Little ltaly.

I got sent for.

Donnie, come on.

Paulie, we'll take your car.

That cocksucker Sonny Red,

he rubbed my nose in Florida

because of a f***ing rat!

Forget about it.

Donnie, you ride up front.

You know what to do

when you find that rat, right, Left?

Could be I found him already.

So where we headed, Sonny? Little ltaly?

Our guy says they got a little stop

to make first. You know what I mean?

Let's go.

Where are you going? Wait in the car.

All right. Come on.

We still got to get downtown.

-How long is this gonna take?

-I got them in the drain in the laundry room.

-The.22s?

-Bruno said you want the 9mm.

-Meanwhile, where the f*** is he?

-Yeah.

In bed with some broad with more hair

on her lip than he's got on his head.

-He's your kid.

-Don't remind me. Come on.

You think that's funny?

I don't think that's so funny.

All right.

-You don't want to listen.

-I don't think that's funny.

-A son should respect his father, capisce?

-Answer me. You think that's funny?

Sh*t, the bulb is out. Watch your step, guys.

Big f***ing surprise from a f***ing spider.

Yeah, nothing like the surprise

Sonny Black is gonna get.

-You can say that again.

-Put one right here.

He'll never know what hit him.

-Goddamn right.

-He's never gonna know what hit him.

-I'll blow his brains right there.

-Jesus! No!

Bruno!

Okay, come on! Get him off!

-Sonny!

-Get him off of me!

Take my arm. Take my hand.

Jesus Christ.

Paulie, go get Donnie.

What's going on?

-ls everything all right?

-What?

Is everything all right?

Get out.

Get down there.

The meek want to inherit the earth,

they're gonna have to get in f***ing line.

Look what I found.

Them or us.

Nicky, you got Big Trin.

-Trin? I'll get a hernia.

-Shut the f*** up.

Donnie's gonna help you.

Come on, Donnie.

Help me fillet this fat f***.

All right, all right. Come on.

We got work to do.

There was a rat in Florida, Donnie.

Nicky wasn't a rat.

You don't mention his name, all right?

That's what we said.

We don't mention his name.

Yeah. Tell yourself

whatever you have to, Left.

I'm not telling myself.

-You was down there. You have eyes.

-Twenty years you know a guy.

You f*** him, whack him out,

just like that? Over a lounge?

-That's beautiful.

-The man held out.

He held out on a coke deal.

What does one thing

got to do with the other?

He could have got whacked out just for that,

for your information.

-There wasn't a rat in Florida.

-There was a rat.

There was not a rat in Florida.

Richie f***ed up paying off the cops.

What do you mean Richie f***ed up?

That's why the club got busted.

Richie didn't pay off the f***ing cops.

Nicky didn't have anything to do with it.

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