Donnie Brasco
DONNIE Snake in the grass,
LEFTY You can’t say that, Donnie. Sonny Black is the skipper. You don’t open your mouth about him.
DONNIE I was agreeing with you.
LEFTY Ain’t the question. Now you’re responsible for this. And because I represent you I’m responsible — for the whole fucking Magilla fucking Gorilla I’m responsible.
DONNIE What are you so upset for? This could be great.
LEFTY I die wit’cha, you understand? You walk on a chalk fucking line, Donnie. I got two grenades at home — I’d blow up Mulberry Street, you did something wrong.
DONNIE I’m not gonna do nothing wrong.
CUT TO:
INT. DAY. KING’S COURT
Cracked leatherette and gaffer’s tape. TOPLESS DANCERS move greyly through their paces, ignored by the scattered customers. Donnie watches through the glass of a PHONE BOOTH. Supered below:
KING’S COURT. TAMPA, FLORIDA.
DONNIE (to phone) I’m in Florida.
MAGGIE (O.S.) What are you doing in Florida?
DONNIE What do you think I’m doing? I’m working.
DONNIE ‘S POV
as a Dancer bends over, waggles her bare butt…
MAGGIE (O.S.) It’s twelve degrees here.
INSIDE
FRED CALVIN, a.k.a. “CALVINO”, late 30s, beefy and bluff, tours Lefty through the club. Shows him the LOCKERS behind the bar…
CALVINO You run it as a ‘bottle club,’ members only — keep your own liquor in the lockers, pay for setups. That way there’s no liquor license.
LEFTY What kind of name is that, ‘Calvino’?
CALVINO Napolitan’. (resuming) Banquet room, six tennis courts, swimming pool in the back…
LEFTY You gonna put any money in this?
CALVINO First class all the way, Left — that was my original plan. Then the minute I opened the joint I discovered I had partners — these goombahs. ‘Gimme two hundred.’ ‘Gimme three hundred.’ I said, ‘Hey — I got a wife for that!’
Lefty shoots him a withering look.
LEFTY Wait here.
INSIDE THE PHONE BOOTH
Donnie watches Lefty approach.
MAGGIE It’s Terry’s Sweet Sixteen on Friday. Did you forget?
DONNIE No, I didn’t forget.
MAGGIE (O.S.) Are you going to be here?
DONNIE I’m gonna try. Look, Maggie, I gotta go.
MAGGIE (O.S.) Because it’s less disappointing if you’d just say so.
DONNIE I’ll be there, okay? I gotta go. Bye.
Donnie moves to hang up. Remembers. Puts the phone back to his mouth…
DONNIE I love you.
…into a DIAL TONE. Lefty lights an English Oval as Donnie emerges.
DONNIE So whaddaya think?
LEFTY I hate Neapolitans. You vouch for this guy, Donnie?
DONNIE Like anybody else. I knew him ten years ago, he was okay then.
LEFTY What kind of man begrudges his wife?
DONNIE Look, I’m just making the introduction. You make the decision.
Lefty looks around. SMILES.
LEFTY You imagine — we have our own joint down here?
DONNIE It’s up to you, Left.
LEFTY I just gotta sit down with the man down here.
DONNIE You know him? Trafficante?
LEFTY Fuggedaboudit. All over the world I’m known. (getting an idea) Like a yacht. We gotta take him out on a yacht, have a drink, relax, then he knows these are men of men he’s dealing with.
DONNIE I know a broad down here, her brother has a boat. Big fucking yacht.
LEFTY Get that boat, Donnie. Stay away from the broad.
Calvino joins them.
CALVINO Hey — who’s the best looking guy in Florida?
He slaps a HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL to his forehead.
CALVINO Me!
He laughs, puts his arm around an unamused Lefty.
CUT TO:
EXT. DAY. THE TAHITIAN
Sonny broods by the motel pool. Judy and the other girlfriends sit across the way. QUIET in the heat. Boobie rubs suntan oil on himself. Nicky reads his paper. Lefty and Donnie arrive in their street clothes.
SONNY (morose) Broad daylight. I still can’t get over it. You have to ask yourself — what kind of people? They take a Mercedes — a man’s private property, they take it right off the street.
BOOBIE Sonny, fuggedaboudit. It’s over.
SONNY I don’t know what the world’s coming to. I honestly don’t.
NICKY Ever since they got rid of the death penalty, the whole fucking society’s going down the tubes. Like I’m watching the news last night —
SONNY Hey, Lefty, why didn’t you bring Louise?
LEFTY Don’t equate Louise with them broads, Sonny. I bring Louise when you bring your wives.
SONNY (shouts) Hey, Judy — come over here and give everybody a blow job.
Judy gives him the finger. Sonny smiles, turns to the others.
SONNY Isn’t she spunky?
NICKY I’m watching the news last night. I’m lying there in bed and I see these guys from Iran, and these guys are whipping themselves.
LEFTY Who?
NICKY Iranians. You imagine? They whip themselves, with whips.
SONNY Lot of broads into that.
LEFTY Geddaddaheah, Nicky — whipping themselves. I never heard of that.
NICKY Donnie, am I right?
DONNIE What?
LEFTY How come you’re asking him? How come you don’t ask me?
NICKY You just said you never heard of it.
LEFTY That’s right. I never heard of such a fucking thing.
DONNIE It’s like part of their religion, Left. It’s called self-flagellation. They think it’ll bring them closer to God.
BOOBIE I’d like to bring them closer to God.
SONNY You see how smart he’s getting, Donnie, reading that paper?
NICKY That’s what they oughtta do. Send over a bunch of wiseguys. Put a gun in your pocket, straighten them right out.
LEFTY Nicky, why’d I wanna go to Iran?
NICKY I’m saying you gotta be strong with these people.
LEFTY Don’t tell me where I go and don’t go.
NICKY We didn’t have these problems with Nixon. And there was law and order in the streets.
Donnie watches as the group offers a unanimous AMEN with their eyes.
SONNY (to Lefty) Everything check out with the club?
LEFTY Yeah. (to Nicky) I ain’t got three dollars in my pocket, Nicky, I’m gonna go to Iran?
NICKY Fuggedaboudit.
SONNY The man down here says okay?
