Donnie Brasco
JULES We don’t even know where the fuck he is, Clarence. Remember?
BERADA Joe’s a seducer. He seduced them.
HOGUE Well, maybe he fucking seduced you.
THE CLOCK
on the wall reads “9:30.” The phone RINGS. Jules grabs it. Listens a beat. Turns to the others.
JULES The guy inside spotted Sonny Black at the wedding. Donnie’s with him.
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INT. SAME TIME. CHURCH HALL
FBI #2, in the guise of a BUSBOY, pours water. Keeps an eye on our guys at a remote table, amidst several hundred GUESTS.
AT THE TABLE
Our guys, dour and nervous, sit with their wives. Donnie with a blonde BIMBO.
SONNY What kind of a fucking table is this? We’re in fucking Siberia with this table.
RED COWBOY BOOTS
approach beneath tuxedo pants. Sonny Red, accompanied by his son Bruno and Big Trin, claps Sonny Black on the back.
SONNY RED I heard you was down in Florida.
SONNY Yeah, you know — take the sun. I didn’t want to come back.
SONNY RED You got friends in Florida?
SONNY They’re very friendly down there, the people.
Sonny Red pinches Sonny’s cheek.
SONNY RED Nice color you got. Red!
Bruno and Big Trin laugh uproariously. They move on as our guys look daggers their way.
SONNY I gotta go to the John.
Sonny gets up. All the guys get up with him. Follow Sonny to the John.
SONNY RED
watches them from his table. Then looks up.
SONNY RED’S POV
of the FBI “busboy” as he clears the salad dishes… Sonny Red whispers something to Bruno.
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INT. SAME TIME. FBI HEADQUARTERS
Hogue turns to LeBow.
HOGUE (covering phone) You’re sure the informant said tonight?
LEBOW The hit’s going down tonight.
JULES In about two fucking minutes they’re gonna start getting suspicious about that surveillance van.
HOGUE (to phone) Anything from the guy inside?
JULES We have a guy inside, sir — Joe’s the guy inside. And clearly he doesn’t think there’s a problem.
LEBOW He can’t stay undercover forever. If it’s not now, it’s next week. Or next month.
HOGUE (to phone) If they leave, stay with them.
JULES Are you out of your fucking mind? A fucking New Jersey telephone repair van in the rear-view mirror all the fucking way to Brooklyn? Why don’t you just put a bullet in his head?
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INT. SAME TIME. BATHROOM
Boobie and Donnie enter first, hands ready by the guns in their cummerbunds. Check all the stalls. Nicky posts himself by the door and Sonny enters with Lefty. Sonny goes into the STALL. Closes the door behind him.
NICKY I heard the zips went in with Sonny Red.
BOOBIE The only ones in with us is us.
VILE NOISES
emanate from the stall. The guys stand around, awkward, nervous, watching.
LEFTY Christ, Sonny — what’d you eat for lunch?
SONNY Judy.
The guys LAUGH. Then FLINCH as the door OPENS… Hands at their guns…
PHILLY LUCKY
holds his hands up, palms up.
PHILLY LUCKY Where’s Sonny?
The toilet FLUSHES. Sonny emerges. Looks to Philly Lucky.
PHILLY LUCKY Sonny wanted me to tell you — he wants to schedule a sitdown. Hash everything out.
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INT. LATER. FBI HEADQUARTERS
Hogue looks at the clock: “11:10”. Looks at Jules. Gets back on the phone.
HOGUE (to phone) What’s going on?
TECH #1 (O.S.) They’re coming out.
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EXT. SAME TIME. CHURCH HALL
Sonny hands his car keys to his wife.
SONNY You go home with Irene. We’re going out bouncing. (to Boobie) C’mon. We’ll take your car.
His wife gives Sonny a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. She and Boobie’s wife climb into Sonny’s new Mercedes.
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INT. SAME TIME. FBI HEADQUARTERS
Hogue covers the phone. Turns to the others.
HOGUE They’re putting the wives in a separate car.
JULES Just get that van out of there.
LEBOW We just found him. Now you want to unfind him?
MARSHALL Seems like a false alarm, thank God.
LEBOW Tonight maybe it’s a false alarm. So tomorrow night he gets killed. Or he kills somebody — did you ever think of that?
JULES You make it sound like Joe’s the only one in danger from these guys — eight million people in the city of New York are in danger from these guys. If they walk away from this because we don’t have the cases they’ll be stronger than they ever were.
MARSHALL You have to make a decision, sir.
HOGUE I can’t make a decision this way! It’s fucking insanity!
JULES You have to get that van out of there. Just give me the phone.
HOGUE It’s my watch. It’s my call.
JULES (right back) Then make the fucking call. Either you trust him or you don’t. That’s what it’s always been with this. Either you trust Joe or you don’t.
Hogue thinks a long beat. Gets back on the phone.
HOGUE (to phone) Okay. Wrap it up and get out of there.
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EXT. NIGHT. CHURCH HALL
Sonny, Boobie, Lefty, Nicky and Donnie walk toward the cars. Lefty and Nicky split off toward Lefty’s Cadillac.
SONNY Donnie — ride with us.
Nicky and Lefty climb into Lefty’s Cadillac. Sonny, Boobie and Donnie approach Boobie’s Cadillac. Donnie reaches for the back door.
SONNY (to Donnie) Why don’t you sit in front?
A sudden chord of TERROR plays up Donnie’s spine. Donnie looks to Lefty for help… For some indication… But his eyes are DEAD. They all climb in Boobie’s Cadillac.
THE SURVEILLANCE VAN
pulls away from the curb, drives off… Boobie pulls out of the lot in is Cadillac, drives off in the opposite direction.
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INT. SAKE TIME. FBI HEADQUARTERS
