Let me talk to Kerry about her Communion.
Oh, my God, Joe. She doesn't want to do it.
What do you mean? She ain't got no choice.
- You are wearing this coat! - Put her on the phone.
I don't know when I can call again. Does she know not to bite the wafer?
I don't know. She's acting out or something.
- I'll be back next week. - Thank you.
I promise I'll get back for her Communion.
- Yours doesn't look any better. - Don't start in with your sister.
- I have to go. - What?
I love you. Shit.
Was that Richie on the phone?
What did Sonny say?
- You told Sonny about the club? - I thought you did.
- Just shut up about it. Call Richie. - All right.
Big guy like Santo Trafficante, he's been around...
since the Moustache Petes.
You have to respect the man.
- You get that boat yet? - I'm working on it.
Don't tell me no. You have to get that boat.
I reached out already. His man says, "Lefty, he loves boats."
I told him 100-foot boat. I'm on the clothesline now.
I'm working on it.
- Don't disappoint me again, please. - Since when did I disappoint you?
Forget about it. What's this?
Look at that. Same thing we call each other.
Friend of mine, friend of ours. Good.
But there's the double meaning. You get it?
Know what I mean? A boss appreciates a thing like that.
- Like the irony of it. - Yeah, irony.
Forget about it. You put a beaner inside here...
then he knows these are men of men.
You see, if I work out the strategy right...
you gotta hold up your end now.
- You know? - I know.
How much is this? Donnie, you got something on you?
- What are you doing there? - How about five dollars?
- You're doing an amazing job. - What?
- I mean, we all think so. - Absolutely.
For crying out loud. Fuck.
- Can I ask you something? - What?
What's "Forget about it"? What is that?
"Forget about it" is like...
if you agree with someone.
Like, " Raquel Welch is one great piece of ass." " Forget about it."
But then, if you disagree, like, "A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac"?
But then if something is the greatest thing in the world, like...
"Those peppers! Forget about it!" You know?
It's also like saying, "Go to hell."
Like, "Paulie, you got a one-inch pecker."
And Paulie says, "Forget about it."
Sometimes it just means forget about it.
All right. Thank you very much. I got it.
Let me tell you something. I don't get this boat for Lefty...
- Forget about it? - Fucking forget about it.
You know that sting operation? What do you call it...
Where the agents dress up like Arabs and try to bribe congressmen?
- They got a boat down here. - What?
That's right. It's Abscam.
Are you trying to get me killed with that fucking suit...
that purple fucking car?
Don't say the word "plotz." You understand?
Get in the back.
Wait a minute. I'll be there.
Mr. Trafficante, this is Lefty, a friend of ours.
I don't know what to say. To me, this is a great moment in my life.
It's like meeting Mickey Mantle.
That's the boat I arranged for you.
It's got everything. Got a full bar, any kind of music you want.
You wanna make a telephone... It's got telephones.
- Any questions, you ask me. - Where's Sonny Black?
Everybody out. Come on, baby.
- It's beautiful! - What did I tell you?
You brought the family. Hey, Paul, what do you know?
- What do you say, Paulie? - Where's Gilligan?
That's what I call a boat.
Here.
Sure you can operate here. You gotta show a little respect.
I don't even wanna look at you.
- You know where the bow is? - What did I do now?
You stabbed the wrong guy in the back.
What are you talking about? You think I said something to Sonny?
Go to the bow. I'm staying in the stern.
Go to the bow. Stay there.
I'm so disgusted with you, you know that?
- You just said it. - Just so you know.
- How you doing? - That Trafficante is something else.
- Is that right? Is he a good old guy? - Forget about it.
That motherfucker had this all to himself for 50 years...
and it's still a cow town.
This could be like Vegas down here.
Forget about Sonny Red and his trucks in Jersey.
This is all I want: Florida.
Tell you something. Sonny Red is freezing his nuts off right now.
That's for sure.
All I need is the start-up money from Rusty...
and then we all get rich.
Are we heading back to New York soon?
Not you. I want you to represent me down here.
I want you to be my man in Florida.
Get that club going. You know, Kings Court.
You didn't think I knew about that, did you?
I'll send the lion down here with you.
Keep that big pussy in the parking lot.
Yeah. You know, Sonny, I really appreciate the offer and everything...
but I have a lot of things going on in New York.
- I'd like to keep them going. - Lefty's a dynamite guy.
He looked after me when I was in the can.
That's something I don't forget...
something I will never, ever forget.
He's a stand-up guy. He really cares about you too.
I know he does.
The problem is that you think he's helping you...
but he's hurting you.
He gets those two or three wines in him.
You know what I'm saying?
I don't want to step on nobody's toes.
- If it wasn't for Left, I... - That's it. Look.
You belong to me now.
That's it.
Mr. Trafficante's leaving.
- You believe that? - Jesus Christ, they're killing me.
- Come here. - Santo, this is Donnie.
- He's a friend of ours. - Hi, Donnie. Nice to meet you.
- This is Johnny. - How you doing?
- Give my best to Joe. - I will.
Snowed in. Can you believe that?
Right. His daughter's First Communion, and he's stuck at an airport.
That's for his own protection. I'll see you later.
- I hate flying. - I know you do. Be safe.
Oh, sweetheart.
Honey.
Your father is so proud of you.
I'm going upstairs.
Goddamn it, Joe.
The number you have dialed has been changed.
The new number is unpublished at the subscriber's request.
Get us checked in over there.
- Stick around. I'm getting a paper. - All right.
Jesus, Joe, that's U.S. Attorney Holtman.
The guy on the right. What are we going to do?
Shut the fuck 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?
- Remember me? Southern District... - What kind of fucking shit...
- What are you doing? - Fucking grabbed my cock. What the fuck!
Shut up. He's working. Keep your mouth shut.
Fucking degenerate bastard. What a sick fuck. Grabbed my cock.
I want that club up and running. I don't care how long it takes. Understand?
Here comes a fucking cop. Get the hell outta here.
Have a safe trip. You have the tickets and everything?
Get on the phone. Get me on the next flight back. Understand?
Don't call me Joe again. I'll cut your fucking throat. Understand?
You piece of shit.
- 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 without announcing where he's been...
for the last three months.
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.
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.
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? - My God.
Just listen. Otherwise you just play out the old pathology.
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.
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 FBI, Doctor.
You and your Mafia faggots can go screw each other.
- I'm not doing it anymore. - I hope you can help her out.
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...
"I have a problem with the kids. Could you help me out?"
You sit around in your safe, little, fucking house...
with your safe, little, fucking station wagon...
and your safe, little friends.
You dream up the next hundred-dollar head fuck.
- "Will you rub my back?" What a fazool. - You're an animal.
- Just get in the fucking 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 sending me and shove it up his ass.
You know why we went to him?
I was hoping he could find one good reason for me not to leave you.
I don't have one anymore.
What? You gonna leave me?
You gonna leave me, Maggie? You don't leave me.
- What's the matter? - Where are you?
I'm in New York. I had to come back. Why?
- It's Tommy. - 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 today in class, you know?
Did you? Fractions?
- I got a 95 on my test. - 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 here. I had some things to do.
You gotta go back. Come on.
What happened to him? Will he be all right?
Do I know?
They got 12 diplomas on the wall, and they can't tell you a thing.
Forget about it. Tommy gets out of this Bellevue...
he'll go right back to fucking 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 doctor? You want me to talk to him?
You gonna break his legs?
Do 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 to be with you.
- You're my man. I'm here for you. - I don't want you here!
You and Tommy is both peas in a pod. You don't listen.
You got your own ideas.
You do what you wanna do up on your high horses. Everything's a joke.
- Get back to Florida. Get on a plane. - I ain't going.
- Forget about it. - Go on!
I'm staying. You wanna kick the shit outta 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.
I'm out here, worried to my fucking death.
He's asleep in there, same as 28 years ago.
With the same expression. He's made no progress.
He ain't got no 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'll be all right.
It'll be all right.
I love you, Donnie.
All right!
How you doing, Nicky?
Look at this place. It's unbelievable.
- Beautiful. - Feel lucky tonight.
Opening night.
This place is a goddamn palace, for Christ's sake.
Terrific, Sonny. I love it.
How you doing? Having fun?
Let's try another one. Again.
I like it.
I like it big time.
Okay, Donnie, this is the take.
- Put this bag someplace safe. - All right.
Chicken taco.
Just turn real slow.
Is there a problem?
- What's your name, boy? - Donnie Brasco. What's yours?
- Why are all you New York Guineas here? - Your missus invited us.
Gentlemen, we're running a charity event here. We have a permit.
You have a permit for the lion?
Break it up!
You fucking pig!
I guess you didn't ever think of paying these guys off, did you?
Where am I gonna get money to bribe cops? Nobody authorized that.
You know how fucking embarrassed I am?
The old man's people down here.
I have to be in my house a year 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!
Sit down. Shut the fuck up.
I gotta go back to New York like this.
Make this right with Rusty.
Face that cocksucker Sonny Red.
You know, I gotta say something.
Usually, the cops are so fucking dumb...
it takes them three months to get wind something's going on.
Then they gotta get a warrant and do their whatever with pictures...
- Surveillance. - They gotta surveillance.
Three months taking pictures. All this time.
How do these cops know so much?
- We just opened the fucking doors. - What are you saying?
There's gotta 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.
- Did you bust it up good? - We busted it up.
He's out of business. You understand?
I'm listening.
That punk is finished down here. That's it.
That's great. I can't believe it.
Look, I'll talk to you later.
- Give me some of that cheese. - They busted up the club.
- 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...
it's done.
- The whole fucking crew. - 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 have, Bullfrog? - Dime on the vig.
I'm doing the best I can, Sonny.
- What do you have, 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.
- You never got nothing going on? - Nothing ever panned out for me.
I couldn't catch a break.
What did I just say?
Paulie, I got a truckload of razor blades.
What am I gonna do with razor blades?
You know how many razor blades fit in a truck?
I got a guy who works in the warehouse...
has the art collection of the Shah of Iran.
A sit-down where?
That was Sonny Red's guy. Wants to have a sit-down in Little Italy.
I got sent for.
Come on.
Paulie, we'll take your car.
That cocksucker Sonny Red is gonna rub my nose in Florida...
- because of a fucking rat! - Forget about it.
You ride up front.
You know what to do when you find that rat, Left?
Maybe I found him already.
Where we headed, Sonny? Little Italy?
Our guy says they got a stop to make first. You know what I mean?
Let's go.
Where you going? Wait in the car.
Come on. We still gotta get downtown.
- How long will this take? - I got them in my laundry room.
- The.22s? - Bruno said you want the 9 millimeter.
Meanwhile, where the fuck is he?
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.
You think that's funny?
- I don't think that's so funny. - All right.
- You don't want to listen. - That's not funny.
- A son should respect his father. - You think that's funny?
Shit. The bulb is out. Watch your step, guys.
Big fucking surprise from a fucking spider.
- Nothing like Sonny Black's surprise. - You can say that again.
Put one right here. He'll never know what hit him.
- Goddamn right. - I'll blow his brains right there.
Come on! Get him off!
- Get him off of me! - Take my arm. Take my hand.
Jesus Christ.
Paulie, go get Donnie.
What's going on?
- Is everything all right? - What?
Get out.
Get down there.
The meek want to inherit the Earth, they'll have to get in fucking line!
Look what I found.
Them or us.
- You got Big Trin. - I'll get a hernia.
Shut the fuck up. Donnie will help you.
Come on, Donnie. Help me filet this fat fuck.
All right, come on. We got work to do.
There was a rat in Florida.
- Nicky wasn't a rat. - You don't mention his name, all right?
That's what we said. We don't mention his name.
Tell yourself whatever you have to, Left.
I'm not telling myself. You was down there.
- You have eyes. - After 20 years, you whack him...
just like that over a lounge?
- That's beautiful. - The man 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.
- Richie fucked up paying off the cops. - What do you mean?
That's why the club got busted. Richie didn't pay off the cops.
Nicky didn't have anything to do with it.
You don't mention his name. That's the rules.
- Fuck the rules. - That's the rules, Donnie.
- Say his name. - Come on.
Come on. Nicky.
Say "Nicky."
You can't say his name because you know I'm right. Say it!
Say his name!
Nicky was a rat because Sonny Black says he was a rat.
Who the fuck am I?
Who am I?
I'm a spoke on a wheel.
And so was he and so are you.
Quit riding the brake.
Boss.
Congratulations.
- Oh, God. - Everything's okay, Maggie.
If everything's okay, what are you doing here?
Mind if we come inside, Mrs. Pistone?
I'm not sure. That depends.
Standard procedure is that he checks in with us every day.
- Maybe he misses a day or two, but... - It was three weeks ago.
I want you to tell me where my husband is.
- I demand that you tell me! - We can't because we don't know.
If he gets in touch with you, you have to talk sense into him.
Mrs. Pistone, please help us.
You want me to help you?
You want me to help the FBI that used my husband and sucked him dry?
You don't care whether he's dead or alive, do you?
You want him to follow procedure.
Follow procedure so you can cover your asses.
There is a war going on in the Mafia family where Joe is undercover.
Three leaders of a rival faction have been murdered.
He's right in the line of fire because he's one of them.
Who he's with and who he's close to... They're all the top dogs now.
- It's not a problem we anticipated. - We have got to pull him out.
You have got to talk to him. He'll listen to you.
You think so?
He was here a week ago.
He snuck into the house after I was asleep.
He didn't even wake me up, didn't even say hello to me.
He came to get his sport coat.
Let's take a walk. Come on.
What are we doing?
We're gonna walk and talk. We got too many eyes around here.
Here it is. Sonny Red's kid, Bruno, has disappeared.
As long as he's on the loose, ain't none of us safe.
- Right? - You got no idea where the guy is?
He's got a nickel-a-day coke habit. He'll turn up somewhere.
Anyway, we got the contract.
Now, this thing gets done right...
when the books open up, I'm proposing you for membership.
You know what that means?
What?
- It means I can't fuck it up. - You read my mind.
- You can't fuck it up. - I won't fuck it up.
You'll be a made guy, Donnie.
All right.
Come on. Let's go back inside!
What?
I'm freezing here!
You know that boat you used to have?
The boat? What about it?
How much is a boat like that? What do you think?
You could get a sports fisherman for maybe 300 used.
Why are you asking me about boats?
- I was just curious. - You're curious about boats?
It's ten degrees out here. I'm freezing.
You're asking me about boats after what we just said?
- You losing your marbles on me? - I'm all right.
Don't ask questions like that. That's crazy.
You hit this cocksucker and leave him in the street. Come on.
- What's going on? - Nothing. Go back to bed.
I'm looking for something. I'll be right in.
That won't work anymore.
- Where is it? - There's $300,000 in that bag.
- How do you know? - I counted it.
You counted it?
- It's none of your business. - Stop it.
It's in my house. Who would believe it wasn't my business?
I want that fucking bag.
FBI men do not walk around with $300,000 in a bag.
- Joe, you could go to jail for this. - Fuck! Nobody's going to jail.
Did you think about your children for a second?
- You don't know what you're saying. - I don't?
- The bag belongs to somebody else. - Does it? Who?
- Just some fucked-up guy. - A fucked-up guy needs $300,000?
That's right. Where's the goddamn bag? Shit!
You're becoming like them.
You know how I make it through my days?
I pretend I'm a widow with medals and scrapbooks...
and memories.
I pretend you're dead. That's how my life makes sense to me.
Go away. Stay away.
Why do you hate me when I love you so much?
You think I hate you?
I don't hate you.
This job is eating me alive.
I can't breathe anymore.
If I come out, this guy Lefty dies.
They'll kill him because he vouched for me, because he stood up for me.
I live with that every day.
That's the same thing as if I put the bullet in his head myself.
I spent all these years trying to be the good guy in the white hat.
For what?
For nothing.
I'm not becoming like them. I am them.
- Where you been? - Look...
- I gotta see you. - You're right.
- We found Sonny Red's kid. - Bruno?
- He's on a boat on Staten Island. - I'll pick you up.
We don't have time. You meet me there.
Bruno's here. He's down the end of the pier.
We'll wait here while he has his drink.
Let him get a little sleepy.
- I'm getting a little sleepy myself. - How's his boat?
Nice.
Forget about it. One thing I know is boats.
I'd like to pop him, throw him in the water, take the fucking boat.
You said a couple of times how if you had that Bertram again...
you'd drive down to the pier with Annette and just go.
Remember you said that? North, south, east, west, nobody'd ever find you.
That was before. Don't remind me about that now.
- I'm just saying... - I don't want to think about that.
Did you mean it?
Am I Rockefeller? I'm gonna go buy a boat?
- I'm saying, what if? - What if.
I got a couple jewel things going on the side there.
Maybe I could get the money for you.
- You'll find money for me to get a boat? - Maybe.
That would be real generous.
What if I could hand you a bagful of money right now?
You know what I'm saying?
You could leave this life. You said it yourself, Left.
You don't move up. Every day you're looking over your shoulder.
- Listen to me. - No more bullshit.
- Get out of this life, Left. - I'm gonna show you something.
- What? - I want you to look at it carefully.
Then I want you to think very carefully...
about what you say to me.
That's a federal boat.
- I don't think that's the same boat... - That's the same boat.
It's got the name on it. The Left Hand. Like my name.
That's that Abscam boat.
You think I knew that was a federal boat? You think I'm a fucking rat?
How many times I have you into my own house?
- Twice a week, at least. Why? - There it is.
I cook for you.
If I had any money, I'd give you...
I never had any money, but if ever I had...
a hundred bucks in my pocket, I'd give you fifty.
- You did. - If you're a rat...
If you're a rat, then I'm the biggest mutt in the history of the Mafia.
Even if this thing is a federal boat, Left...
they scam all the others.
They didn't scam us. You know what I'm saying?
We went. We had a great party. We walked away from it.
How do you know that we walked away from it?
We're sitting here, right?
They tried to outsmart us, but we outsmarted them. We beat the agents.
You gotta believe me.
Let's go do this work.
Get this over with.
Two in back of the ear, like pushing a button.
That's it. Don't freeze up.
You gonna freeze up?
- A lot of guys freeze up. - I'll be all right.
Did I say you was a rat? I can't believe you brought that up.
- Forget about it. - I never said you was a rat.
I'm your best friend.
Come on. Let's go do this thing.
Come on. Gotta do it, Don.
Come on. Now!
FBI! Freeze!
Shit.
Don't say nothing. Don't say nothing to them.
Don't tell them nothing!
Donnie, don't say nothing!
- It's over. - It's not over. I'm not coming out.
There'll be a mouthpiece there in 24 hours! You're all right!
- Shit! - It's over, man.
- Don't say nothing to them! - It's over, Joe.
You've known this guy as Donnie Brasco.
That's not his real name.
Truth is, he's been an FBI agent all along.
You can contact me here if you want to talk.
Can you believe those fucking guys?
There's no way Donnie's an agent.
It's a nice bluff.
That boat was a setup. They set the boat up.
Then we think Donnie's a rat.
Almost had me going, if you didn't know Donnie.
Right.
Hyenas kill many young cheetahs...
and more than one could overpower the mother and turn on the cubs.
All right.
Was that for me?
It was a guy I gotta go see.
- So late? - What am I gonna do?
Who knows with these people?
Honey, don't wait up for me tonight.
I don't know how long I'll be.
And listen to me.
If Donnie calls...
tell him...
Tell him...
if it was gonna be anyone...
I'm glad it was him, all right?
Look how beautiful you look.
- Good-bye. - Bye, Ben.
Excuse me, Mrs. Pistone.
"To Special Agent Joseph...
Joseph D. Pistone...
in grateful recognition for meritorious service."
Allow me to present you with this medal and this check for $500.
- Hold the check up. - Congratulations again, son.
- Ma'am, take good care of him. - I will.
It's over. Come on, honey.
Come home.