Donnie Brasco
DONNIE Nobody calls me cocksucker.
LEFTY For your information I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want. I call you cocksucker. I call you motherfucker. I call you, uh, uh…
Other PASSENGERS start to clear them a wide berth…
DONNIE You’re the fucking cocksucker. Huh? You fucking cocksucker — how does it feel?
LEFTY Fuck. My fucking knife’s in the bag.
Lefty’s chases after the suitcase…
DONNIE Go ahead, Left. Fucking whack me. Stab me. Right in the fucking baggage claim.
LEFTY You pick up that bag, Donnie.
DONNIE Whack me! Because you know what? You make me so fucking mad I’m gonna whack you and then I’m gonna get whacked for whacking you anyway!
LEFTY You can’t call me cocksucker, Donnie.
DONNIE I ain’t picking up the bag.
LEFTY You pick it up.
DONNIE I ain’t.
LEFTY You pick up that bag, Donnie.
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INT. LATER. LAGUARDIA
Donnie and Lefty stand ALONE by the carousel, arms folded, as their suitcases go around.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. NIGHT. PISTONE HOME MINNESOTA
Terry and Kerry and their new BOYFRIENDS make out on their parents’ bed. Limbs writhing in adolescent lust. Then a RING…
THE LEFTY PHONE
by the bedside. They stop, watch it ring. Then Terry’s hand MOVES toward the forbidden phone. This close…
KERRY Terry!
INT. NIGHT. LEFTY’S APARTMENT
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Lefty SLAMS the phone down. Sits with a huff in his chair. Louise brings him a spritzer.
LOUISE Here you go, Bennie.
LEFTY Did Donnie call today?
LOUISE No. I don’t know when’s the last time I heard from him. Is he out of town?
LEFTY Shut up, Louise.
On Louise, hurt — Lefty doesn’t talk to her that way. She exits.
Lefty, frustrated, turns on the TV.
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INT. NIGHT. JAPANESE RESTAURANT
A Japanese MAITRE D’ greets Sonny, Donnie, Nicky and Boobie at the door.
MAITRE D’ Good evening. Please step this way.
The Maitre d’ ushers them inside. Donnie lingers behind, NERVOUS…
NICKY My wife says it’s very in, Japanese. She heard it on John Gambling. Very big now.
The Maitre d’ stops them.
MAITRE D’ Please to remove your shoes.
DONNIE’S COWBOY BOOT
with the Nagra in it. The Maitre d’ waits for Donnie’s shoes, GESTURES… Donnie thinking fast…
DONNIE Get a load of this guy. (to Maitre d’) How about you take off your fucking pants?
NICKY That’s part of the thing of it, Donnie. You take off your shoes and sit on the floor.
DONNIE I’m not taking my shoes off for this guy.
MAITRE D’ I’m afraid is necessary.
SONNY C’mon, Donnie. Just take off your fucking shoes and let’s eat.
BOOBIE What’s the big deal?
DONNIE Hey, Boobie, who won the fucking war?
SONNY Donnie — I’m hungry and I ain’t in the mood.
DONNIE I ain’t doing it.
SONNY Take off your fucking shoes or I’m gonna chop off your fucking legs.
MAITRE D’ Is house rule.
DONNIE I grew up an orphan because my Dad took a fucking bullet in Okinawa, and I’ll lose my boot up his fucking asshole before I’ll take orders from fucking Mr. Moto here.
MAITRE D’ Is house rule.
SONNY I wanna fucking eat, Donnie.
MAITRE D’ Rule of house.
The moment of truth.
DONNIE BLOWS
GRABS the Maitre d’ and RAMS him through the doors of the MEN’S ROOM.
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INT. MEN’S ROOM
Donnie and the Maitre d’ go at it. The little guy’s game, quick and tough. Then the other SWARM inside. And the MASSACRE begins.
FISTS AND KICKS
crunch down on the Maitre d’. Donnie in with them — EXCITED by the fray, the adrenaline RUSH. He KICKS the Maitre d’ hard… The Maitre d’ SCREAMS…
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INT. THE PRESENT. FBI
Hogue listens to the tape… Donnie’s hard breathing… The Maitre d’s screams… The THUDS of Donnie’s kicks…
FLASH CUT TO:
INT. THE PAST. MEN’S ROOM
Nicky takes a roll of quarters. Holds it in his fist, PUNCHES hard across the Maitre d’s brow. Blood TORRENTS from the gash… Blinded by the blood, the Maitre d’ swings wildly…
BOOBIE SLIPS
on the blood and falls into the PUDDLE… Sees the STAINS on his slacks… In a rage now… Boobie grabs a GARBAGE CAN, swings it at the Maitre d’, who sinks in a heap, unconscious. The guys continue to KICK at him…
CLOSE ON — DONNIE
as he backs away, APPALLED by the explosion of violence — and his part in it.
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INT. SAME TIME. FBI
PHOTOS of the Maitre d’, bloodied and bruised, taken at the hospital afterwards. Hogue inspects them.
OVER THIS
the tape plays…
BOOBIE (O.S.) How many times I gotta tell you, Nicky? The head bleeds like a motherfucker.
NICKY (O.S.) Try club soda. Sometimes that works, club soda.
BOOBIE (O.S.) Goddam Brioni suit.
HOGUE This is what the FBI does? You’re telling me this is the fucking FBI?
BERADA You think Joe went over to the other side?
HOGUE I think that’s a question worth asking, don’t you?
BERADA Ask him the fuck yourself.
HOGUE From everything we know what he did is simply not possible. Then you look at the guns and the porno tapes and (with photos) this. That is not the behavior of an FBI agent. I listen to those tapes and that is not the speech of an FBI agent.
JULES I’m tired of defending what we did. You’re so sure he went over the other side? Maybe we should fucking arrest him.
LEBOW We should pull him out, is what we should do.
