"In writing fiction, the more fantastic the tale, the plainer the prose should be. Don't ask your readers to admire your words when you want them to believe your story." - Ben Bova [ more quotes ]

"DONNIE BRASCO"

by

Paul Attanasio

Based on the book, "Donnie Brasco"

by

Joseph D. Pistone with Richard Woodley

REVISED DRAFT

July 27, 1992



EXT. DAY. WASHINGTON, D.C.

An AERIAL VIEW of the nation's capital, MOVING IN on the
stolid limestone box of FBI HEADQUARTERS. Supered below:

FBI HEADQUARTERS. WASHINGTON, D.C. 1981.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. FBI HEADQUARTERS

A spacious corner OFFICE. American flag, FBI seal, and a
plush carpet -- Federal blue.

CLENDON HOGUE, 40s, barrel chest, shrewd eyes over half-moon
glasses, PRESIDES behind a vast desk. The impressive mien of
earned authority. Before him:

JULES BONOVOLONTA, late 40s, Green Beret veteran, SUPERVISOR,
140 pounds of pugnacity and gristle. Ex-street agent cramped
by headquarters.

PAT MARSHALL, late 30s, a CASE AGENT, compulsively organized,
with haunted choirboy's eyes.

CLARENCE LEBOW, early 40s. Assistant SECTION CHIEF. Brooks
Brothers, heavy starch.

LEBOW
It's going down tonight.

JULES
Says who? A fucking wire.

LEBOW
A reliable wire.

JULES
A fiction writer.

Hogue peruses SURVEILLANCE PHOTOS of Sonny Red and Sonny
Black. Then reads the INFORMANT'S REPORT.

MARSHALL
Is that the 209, sir?

LEBOW
There's going to be a war between
Sonny Red and Sonny Black -- it's
all over the streets.

JULES
Clarence, you couldn't find the
streets with an asphalt detector.

MARSHALL
Sonny Black goes, everyone with him
goes.

JULES
That's doesn't mean it's tonight.

LEBOW
Even if it's not tonight -- and I'm
not saying it's not tonight -- it
could still be tonight because it
could be any night.

JULES
Fuck you, Clarence.

LEBOW
Hey! I'm a Mormon!

HOGUE
You have some objection to these
guys killing each other?

MARSHALL
It's just that -- one of them's one
of us.

HOGUE
An informant?

JULES
An agent. Undercover.

HOGUE
Then why are you depending on an
informant? What does the agent say?
(off awkward looks)
When's the last time you spoke to
him?

JULES
Three weeks.

MARSHALL
Three weeks and two days.

HOGUE
He checks in every three weeks?

MARSHALL
He checks in when he checks in, sir.

JULES
We had to make up the rules as we
went along --

HOGUE
My predecessor started this?

JULES
His predecessor.

LEBOW
It's been five years.

MARSHALL
Five years and three months.

JULES
I am not gonna blow a chance to
cripple the entire fucking Mafia
just because some fucking empty suit
in Blue Carpet Land --

LEBOW
I am so sick of your superior New
York attitude --

JULES
-- thinks there's gonna be a shootout
tonight after the fucking tarantella.

LEBOW
You're going to risk a man's life
just to make cases.

JULES
(right back)
Making those cases is his life.

HOGUE
And how many cases do we have?

MARSHALL
(guessing)
A hundred, two hundred...

HOGUE
Which one?

JULES
The truth is we don't know.

HOGUE
Let me get this straight. Nobody
knows where he is. Nobody's spoken
to him. He's been undercover five
years. He might very well get killed
tonight -- at a fucking wedding --
not because he's one of us, but
because he's one of them. I've been
on the job one fucking week. And
it's my fucking decision? How the
hell did this happen?

Awkward looks and foot shuffling all around.

MARSHALL
What time's the wedding?

LEBOW
Eight o'clock tonight.

THE CLOCK

on the wall reads "9:36."

HOGUE
Who is this fucking guy?

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. NIGHT. BAR — WASHINGTON (1975)

CLOSE ON

JOE PISTONE, 30s, athlete's build, body languid with a
killer's confidence. Eyes dead as a shark's. He chafes at
his rep-striped tie and off-the-rack suit.

WIDER

LeBow, Marshall, and two other SUITS around the table. Jules
delivers a TOAST. Supered below:

BLACKIE'S. WASHINGTON, D.C.

JULES
...And so, Joe, we wish you bon voyage
with this farewell drink. We'd give
you a farewell dinner -- but why
spend all that money when you'll
just come crawling back to your old
desk?

Laughter around the table. The CLINK of glasses...

LEBOW
I would love to know how you sold
them on this.

DONNIE
I told them I wanted to get far away
from you, Clarence, They got it
instantly.

LEBOW
We've had our best guys on this since,
what, Valachi? Twenty years?

MARSHALL
Who knows? We never tried anything
like this.

LEBOW
What does that tell you?

MARSHALL
The Director thought it would be too
corrupting.

JULES
Then maybe I should do it. I'm in a
mood to be corrupted.

LEBOW
You know what these people are like.
They're all married to each other's
cousin.

JULES
(shrugs)
It's six months.

MARSHALL
I think it's great. Undercover's a
new area. Get in on the ground floor.

LEBOW
It's a wild goose chase. I'm saying
this as a friend.

JOE
What do I know? I'm just a dumb
guinea.

LEBOW
Don't talk that way, Joe.
(beat)
Because, you know, you are just a
dumb guinea.

LAUGHTER from the group. Joe doesn't know whether to join in
or punch somebody. Jules hands him a large beribboned BOX.

JULES
Here you go, Joe.

Joe opens the box. A wide-brimmed Al Capone FEDORA. Uproarious
laughter from the group.

LEBOW
If you already have one, you can
return it.

JULES
Put it on!

Against his will, Joe puts on the hat. More laughter from
the group.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. SUBURBS

Three exuberant TOMBOYS play football on the front lawn of a
modest split-level home: TERRY, 13, rebel in a hurry; KERRY,
10, the good girl; and SHERRY, 8, the baby.

Terry hikes the ball, drops back to throw...

A PASS

spirals up into the air... where it's INTERCEPTED by Joe,
who appears out of nowhere.

SHERRY
Daddy, Daddy!

Joe feints, tries to dodge the girls... Then sidesteps...

JOE
I'm out of bounds. Stop! This --
look -- this is out of bounds!

They tackle him anyway. Grab his legs till he TOPPLES in a
laughing heap.

MAGGIE PISTONE, a pretty, strong-willed blonde in her 30s,
emerges at the front door. SMILES at the scene. Then FROWNS
as she realizes --

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. LAUNDRY ROOM

Joe stands in his suit jacket and boxer shorts while Maggie
tries to remove the GRASS STAINS on the pants knees.

MAGGIE
I swear to God, Joe, I have to spray
you with Scotchgard every morning.

Joe embraces her from behind.

JOE
What am I supposed to do? Terry
tackles like her mother.

He gropes at her. She moves his hands off...

MAGGIE
Illegal holding.

His hands go back to groping. She smacks them....

JOE
Roughing the passer.

MAGGIE
I suppose I should be grateful that
it's not blood stains, or powder
burns. Like the old days.

JOE
I got some good news today. We're
going back to Jersey.

MAGGIE
You're kidding! You got transferred?

JOE
The kids can see their grandparents.
Plus it's GS-13. That's two thousand
more.

MAGGIE
My God! When did this all happen?

JOE
Just today.

MAGGIE
What aren't you telling me?

JOE
Nothing.

MAGGIE
I know enough about the Bureau that
nothing happens this quickly, Joe.
Especially if it involves a raise.

JOE
Remember that guy I met at Quantico,
that supervisor? Berada? Be asked
for me. Safe and Hijackings, in New
York.

MAGGIE
But this is a desk job, right?
(beat)
I thought we agreed about you going
back on the street again.

JOE
This is different. It's undercover.

MAGGIE
What does that mean, undercover?

JOE
Undercover. You know, undercover.

MAGGIE
Will you come home at night?

JOE
It's a good opportunity.

MAGGIE
Undercover in what?

JOE
An FBI wife doesn't ask, Maggie.

MAGGIE
Will you be home on the weekends?

JOE
It's just six months.

MAGGIE
You waited till this was all decided.
You never asked me -- you knew what
I was going to say. What do you want
from me, Joe?

JOE
I want you to say, 'It's okay'. 'It's
great'.

MAGGIE
You finally got to headquarters and
now you're going back on the street.

JOE
Don't you understand? I buy a Brooks
Brothers suit but there's always a
button that comes off or a stain
that won't come out -- it's like the
suit knows I don't belong in it. I
sit in a room with Clarence and the
rest of them and the only way I know
something's funny is when everyone
else laughs. Everything, all day,
it's just
(gestures)
This much off.

MAGGIE
You're as smart as they are.

JOE
I could be a fucking Ph.D. from
Harvard and it wouldn't matter -- I
cannot win. To do something that's
never been done, that they say can't
be done, that they can't do -- don't
you see? That's the only way I'm
ever gonna fit in with them. On my
terms.

She looks at him. Smiles. She loves him for who he is, as
frustrating as that can be. She embraces, kisses him.

MAGGIE
Well, at least you warned me.
Remember? 'Maggie, if you marry me...

JOE
(unison)
...you're in for a big adventure.'

They kiss again. And kiss. Joe kicks the door to the laundry
room SHUT behind him.

CUT TO:

MONTAGE

-- Present day. The CLOCK at FBI headquarters: 10:07. Hogue
RIPS through the case file. A LETTER addressed to the Director
of the FBI:

BERADA (V.O.)
'To Director: Surveillance and
informant contacts to date have been
negative...'

-- Joe is ushered through the fluorescent-lit warren that is
the BULLPEN of the New York FBI office. Shakes hands with
GUY BERADA, 50s, a Bronx bull with an unlit cigar.

BERADA (V.O.)
'...regarding being able to penetrate
the conveyance of stolen property by
La Cosa Nostra...'

-- Joe lines up at the DMV. FLASH! -- his photo for a driver's
license.

Now he's DONNIE BRASCO. The name types out:

D-0-N-A-L-D B-R-A-S-C-O

BERADA (V.O.)
...UCA Joseph D. Piston utilizing
the name 'Donnie Brasco'...

-- An FBI COMPUTER prints out a "yellow sheet" of his prior
arrests for burglary -- "a.k.a. DON THE JEWELER"...

-- In the jewelry district, a HASIDIC JEW tutors Donnie, who
looks at a diamond through a loupe... Donnie surveys a small
APARTMENT with a REALTOR... Donnie opens a BANK ACCOUNT...

BACK TO PRESENT DAY

-- Hogue reads down the BUDGET for the operation...
Apartment... $491.60
Furniture... $ 90.30
Utilities... $ 35.00
Rental car... $220.00
Spending money $800.00

BERADA (V.O.)
'...This would be accomplished by
UCA frequenting locations listed
below and attempting to engage in
conversation and do business with
said fences...'

FLASH BACK

-- Donnie sits in Carmelo's drinking club soda and watching
basketball. At the other end of the bar, two TOUGH GUYS play
BACKGAMMON...

DISSOLVE to another night, another game, another barstool --
CLOSER to the Tough Guys... On the backgammon board, as the
pieces move closer to the goal...

DISSOLVE to another night, as Donnie moves closer to the
game... On the board again, as the pieces move closer...

DISSOLVE to another night, as Donnie moves closer... And
another... On the board, as the pieces move closer, and the
hand moving them... belongs to Donnie.

-- Donnie enters his apartment, sparsely furnished with a
bed, TV, weight bench and weights... Gets on the phone...

STEVE BURSEY, 30s, Donnie's wiry and wild-eyed CONTACT AGENT,
on the "hello phone" at the FBI office in New York.

BURSEY
(to phone)
Hello?

CROSSCUTTING

Donnie at a PAY PHONE.

DONNIE (O.S.)
Is this Bursey?

Bursey cradles the phone on his shoulder, TYPES...

BURSEY (V.O.)
To the file: Contact with UCA on
July 7, 1976...

BACK TO PRESENT DAY

-- Hogue reviews SURVEILLANCE PHOTOS of Donnie in Carmelo's...
In the Rainbow Room.

BURSEY (V.O.)
...UCA reported no significant
contacts...

FLASH BACK

-- Donnie in Separate Tables, a restaurant on Third Avenue...

BURSEY (V.O.)
...no significant contacts...

-- Donnie wanders the aisles at a drug store, searching for
a GREETING CARD. Selects one. MATCH CUT to Maggie opening
the same card.

Inside it reads, "MISS YOU, LOVE," and NO SIGNATURE.

-- A TRUCK HIJACKING takes place on an access road to Kennedy
Airport.

In a choreographed ballet, the DRIVER gives up the keys to a
crew of TOUGH GUYS... Then Donnie and VINNIE THE FENCE help
unload cartons of PERFUME from the truck...

BURSEY (V.O.)
...UCA purchased two dozen cartons
Yves St. Laurent 'Eau My Sin'
perfume...

-- Donnie plays backgammon at Carmello's... On the board, as
the pieces move CLOSER... Vinnie introduces him to JILLY
GRECA, a tough-looking WISEGUY in his late 40s.

BURSEY (V.O.)
...UCA was introduced to Giuliano
Greca, a.k.a. Jilly...

-- Donnie opens a carton of WATCHES...

DONNIE
These go for 80 apiece. My end's 20.

BURSEY (V.O.)
...UCA sold 50 Pateau Mitsu Boshi
Boeki digital watches...

He hands them to... Jilly. Who inspects them. Takes the
carton.

Peels off bills to Donnie.

BACK TO PRESENT

-- Hogue, with headphones on, stubs out a cigarette...

FLASH BACK

-- Donnie sits in Hippopotamus... Casa Bella... An after
hours joint... The pieces on the backgammon board as they
move CLOSER... Donnie collapses heavily on his bed, amidst
the spare furnishings of his apartment...

BURSEY (V.O.)
...UCA reported no significant
contacts...

BACK TO PRESENT

-- Hogue opens a BUDGET FOLDER...

BERADA (V.O.)
New York office requests an extension
of six months due to...

FLASH BACK

-- Donnie and Berada at a booth in the Cockeyed Clam, a manila
FILE between them.

BERADA
I got you another six months. I told
them it takes time.

DONNIE
Same budget?

BERADA
Same budget. Look, Joe, not that I
don't see any movement, but -- do
you see any movement? I got my neck
out on this.

DONNIE
Whatever it takes, I'm gonna get
these bastards.

BERADA
Do me a favor. Just get one bastard.

Donnie READS from the file.

DONNIE
(frustrated)
'...no significant contacts...'

BERADA
One other thing. You know how it is
with the 'B'. They saw some of the
surveillance pictures...

DONNIE
What?

BERADA
They want you to shave the moustache.

DONNIE
I'm undercover!

BERADA
You're still in the FBI. That's the
rules.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. CASA BELLA

WINTER -- fog on the windows. DISCO plays on the jukebox.
Drinking DEMITASSE in the late afternoon:

BENJAMIN "LEFTY" RUGGIERO, early 50s, gaunt and raspy-voiced,
SWITCHED-ON with nerves, testy and restless. He lights up an
English Oval. Sitting around him:

DOMINIC "SONNY BLACK* NAPOLITANO, middle 40s. Fireplug
muscles, dyed black hair. Sleepy as a lion after a big meal.
Don't fuck with the lion.

NICHOLAS "NICKY" SANTORA, late 30s, teddy bear paunch. Plays
the fool.

JOHN "BOOBIE" CERASANI, early 40s, gun-metal hard. All
business. Nobody's Fool.

SUPERED BELOW:

CASA BELLA RESTAURANT. LITTLE ITALY. 1976.

LEFTY
You can't say to me a Lincoln is
better than a Cadillac.

NICKY
It's the better automobile, no
question. Head and shoulders.

LEFTY
Geddadaheah. Geddadaheah before you
make me mad.

SONNY
Lefty, how you gonna be mad at Nicky?

LEFTY
I ain't mad at him. I'm mad at his
stupidity.

AT THE BAR

A man sits, unfolds a newspaper. The bartender looks up--
it's Donnie.

DONNIE
Coffee.

BACK ON TABLE

LEFTY
Ain't no comparison. Cadillac got
more acceleration, more power, more—
better handling, better looking,
more legroom for your legs, more
power --

BOOBIE
You said that.

LEFTY
Said what?

BOOBIE
More power.

LEFTY
Be got me so fucking aggravated,
Boobie, I forgot what I said.

NICKY
I'll tell you one thing -- the Lincoln
is longer.

LEFTY
Longer what?

BOOBIE
Whaddaya talkin' about? Longer
wheelbase?

NICKY
Longer. Like longer. In inches. It's
a longer car.

LEFTY
You know something, Nicky, you don't
make no fucking sense sometimes.

NICKY
You got two cars. One's longer. All
things being equal, the longer car
is the one gonna get there first.

LEFTY
Ain't the question all things being
equal. One's a Cadillac and one's a
Lincoln.

NICKY
The one's longer gets there first.
That's scientific fact.
(to Sonny)
What's better, a Lincoln or a
Cadillac?

LEFTY
Why're you asking him?

NICKY
I'm asking him.

LEFTY
Why don't you ask me?

NICKY
I asked you already.

LEFTY
That's right. And I told you there's
no comparison.

SONNY
What the fuck are you arguing about?
Mercedes got it all over both of
them.

NICKY
Fuggedaboudit. Mercedes? That's a
Jewish car. They didn't get it enough
from the Germans in the war -- now
they gotta be robbed by them.

JUDY approaches -- the WAITRESS, early 20s. NEW to the job.
Sonny takes her hand, KISSES it.

SONNY
Angel, how about some pastries for
the table?

LEFTY WATCHES DONNIE

sipping coffee at the bar. Leans over to Nicky.

LEFTY
Who's that?

NICKY
Don. Don the Jeweler. Jilly brought
him around.

LEFTY
Jilly Four Eyes?

NICKY
Not Jilly Four Eyes. You know, Jilly.
From Queens Jilly.

LEFTY
He's a jewel guy? He knows jewels?

NICKY
What -- you got a thing to lay off?

LEFTY
Ain't the question, I got a thing.
I'm saying, if I had a thing, he
could lay it off?

NICKY
Whaddayou got to lay off?

SONNY WITH JUDY

as he punctuates his order with KISSES of her hand.

SONNY
A little cannoli.
(kiss)
Svingi.
(kiss)
Zeppole.
(kiss)
Sfogliatelli.
(kiss)

JUDY
We're out of sfogliatelli.

SONNY
Oh. Then you gotta give me that kiss
back.

She giggles, kisses Sonny on the cheek.

JUDY
Can I ask you guys something? You
guys are wiseguys, right?

SONNY
What makes you think we're wiseguys?

JUDY
What other grown men would have
nothing better to do than sit here
all afternoon drinking coffee and
nobody says anything?

They all look at each other.

NICKY
We could be cops.

LAUGHTER all around. Lefty steals another look at Donnie as
he sits placidly drinking his coffee.

CUT TO:

EXT. LATER. LITTLE ITALY

Lefty RUMMAGES in the trunk of his Cadillac. Takes out several
DESIGNER DRESSES, on hangers. Two cartons of TUNA FISH. Two
large STEREO SPEAKERS. Rummages some more. Finds A JEWEL
BOX.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. CASA BELLA

Donnie sips his coffee at the bar, reads the paper. The
restaurant is otherwise DESERTED -- Sonny and the other guys
have left. Lefty approaches him.

LEFTY
You Don the Jeweler?

Donnie looks up to the Bartender. The Bartender nods. Lefty
reaches in his pocket, produces

A FIVE-CARAT DIAMOND RING

LEFTY
That's a beauty, eh? That's some
beautiful thing.

Donnie looks it over. Gives it to Lefty.

DONNIE
Give it to your wife.

LEFTY
How'm I gonna give it to my wife? I
ain't married.

DONNIE
You got a girlfriend?

LEFTY
Yeah. Louise.

He returns the diamond to Lefty.

DONNIE
Marry her.

LEFTY
Are you for real? I'm asking if you
want to middle a diamond here. All I
want for my end's eight thousand.

DONNIE
I'm saying give it to somebody don't
know any better. It's a fugazy.

LEFTY
How can you say it's a fugazy? You
looked at it two seconds.

DONNIE
Go ahead, try and sell it, you wanna
be a dunsky.

LEFTY
(angry)
I'm a dunsky? Let me tell you
something, my friend -- do you know
who you're talking to?

The Bartender, SCARED -- he knows what Lefty's capable of.
Quickly mixes a SPRITZER.

BARTENDER
Here, Left, have a spritzer.

LEFTY
(sputtering)
My family, my children -- my mother
can hold her head up in any
neighborhood in the city when she
walks down the block. In all the
Five Boroughs I'm known, fuggedaboudit --
I'm known all over the world. You
ask around -- ask anybody about Lefty
from Mulberry Street.

DONNIE
I'm sorry. It was just a
misunderstanding. Okay?

Donnie backs off, EXITS. Lefty takes the diamond out, looks
at it -- FUMES. The Bartender slides the spritzer over.

BARTENDER
On the arm.

LEFTY
Fugazy. Fugazy my fucking ass.

CUT TO:

EXT. LATER. CASA BELLA

Donnie exhales out his tension -- unwinds from the dicey
moment with Lefty. Pulls his collar up against the cold,
heads up the block.

Takes a last look back inside at Lefty.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. JEWELER

A JEWELER, loupe in his eye, examines the diamond.

JEWELER
It's a fake.

LEFTY
This's a fake?

JEWELER
Nothing is what it seems.

Lefty takes the fugazy back. Pockets it.

LEFTY
Because that's what I'm thinking. I
thought it was a fake.
(beat)
It's a good fake, though, ain't it.

JEWELER
It's a very good fake.

LEFTY
That's what I'm saying. I thought it
was a fake. That's what I thought.

Lefty takes the fugazy back. Pockets it.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. NEW JERSEY — SUBURBS

Donnie drives the big station wagon, Maggie alongside him.
The girls in back.

SHERRY
Daddy, will you be home Easter?

MAGGIE
Don't ask Daddy those questions.

SHERRY
Mommy, will Daddy be home Easter?

TERRY
You still believe in the Easter bunny?

KERRY
You're such a snot, Terry.

MAGGIE
(to Terry)
He'll try his best.

TERRY
(to Kerry)
Don't look at me. I think it's great
he's never home.

SHERRY
Denise in school asked me today what
Daddy's job is.

MAGGIE
What'd you tell her?

SHERRY
None of her beeswax.

TERRY
Just tell her he's a salesman on the
road a lot. I mean, who cares what
he really does?

MAGGIE
(stern)
You be proud of what your father
does. Do you understand me? Your
father is an outstanding individual.

TERRY
Jesus. Lighten up. That's not the
point.

KERRY
Shut up, Terry.

CUT TO:

EXT. LATER. GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE

The station wagon pulls up. The kids run out into the embrace
of Maggie's PARENTS. Maggie climbs out, turns.

MAGGIE
You said it was going to be six
months, Joe.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. ACERG, INC.

A storefront for fenced goods. WISEGUYS play cards, smoke
cigarettes. The PAY PHONE rings. Jilly picks it up.

CUT TO:

INT. SAME TIME. FBI SAFEHOUSE

A phone line patched into a reel-to-reel TAPE RECORDER among
rows of tape recorders. VOICE-ACTIVATED—it clicks on,
UNSPOOLS...

JILLY (O.S.)
Hello?

CUT TO:

INT. MORNING. CASA BELLA

Lefty talks on a pay phone. Watches a MAN, indistinct in the
background, sipping coffee at the bar.

LEFTY
He's okay?

PHONE (O.S.)
Don the Jeweler? Stand-up guy. Ain't
a leech, good earner. Keeps to
himself.

RACK FOCUS

to Donnie at the bar, sipping coffee. Lefty watches him.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESENT. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Hogue listens on headphones.

LEFTY (O.S.)
Where's he from?

PHONE (O.S.)
California. He's a jewel guy.

LEFTY (O.S.)
Where California? L.A.?

PHONE (O.S.)
Do you know how fucking big California
is? How the fuck should I know? He's
a jewel guy.

THE CLOCK reads "10:25".

LEFTY (O.S.)
Jilly -- he's a stand-up guy, Jilly?

PHONE (O.S.)
Look, Left, I said I knew him. I
didn't say I fucked him.

Hogue hits FAST FORWARD... The tape SQUEALS...

MATCH SOUND

FLASH CUT TO:

EXT. THE PAST. CADILLAC

The SCREECH of rubber and THE CADILLAC LOGO as Donnie pulls
away from the curb in a screaming-yellow Coupe de Ville.
Lefty lights an English Oval.

LEFTY
Nice car.
(beat)
Go to 46th and 1st, I gotta make a
collection.

DONNIE
What happened with that fugazy?

LEFTY
Man oh man, I gotta school you, my
friend. Di'n't Jilly school you?

The smoke is thick now... Donnie powers down his window.

DONNIE
School me in what?

LEFTY
Donnie, put your window up, Donnie.
I' m gonna catch a draft.

Donnie powers his window back up.

LEFTY
A non-wiseguy never asks a wiseguy a
question. A non-wiseguy don't even
talk to a wiseguy unless the wiseguy
talks to him first. Capeesh?

DONNIE
Yeah. I got it.

LEFTY
You don't raise your hands to a
wiseguy. You don't mess with his
women -- wife or girlfriend or
daughter. Just keep your mouth shut --
don't put business on the street.

DONNIE
Follow the rules.

A CAB cuts them off. Lefty leans over. HONKS the horn.

LEFTY
Cocksucker! Motherfucker cutting you
off.
(resuming)
You gotta have rules. Otherwise,
what are we? We're like animals.

He leans over. VICIOUSLY honks the horn again. RESUMES with
one eye on the cab...

LEFTY
Wiseguy has a bag, you pick up the
bag. Wiseguy runs a tab, you pick up
the tab. Wiseguy is always right --
even if he's wrong he's right. All
the way up the line. Connected guy
to wiseguy to skipper to boss.

DONNIE
Like the Army.

LEFTY
What?

DONNIE
I said it's like the Army. Chain of
command.

LEFTY
Ain't nothing like the Army. The
Army, it's some guy you don't know
sends you to whack out some other
guy you don't know. The Army's a
jerkoff outfit.

DONNIE
I mean the same principle.

LEFTY
Ain't the question, Donnie. You see,
that's why I gotta school you. Because
otherwise you get everything upside
down.
(beat)
You got a girl?

DONNIE
Yeah. In California.

LEFTY
Good. Let her enjoy herself in
California.

The cab CUTS OFF Donnie again... And Lefty BLOWS...

LEFTY
Donnie, catch up with that cocksucker.

DONNIE
Which cocksucker?

LEFTY
He cut you off again,
(pointing)
That fucking -- The cab! That one!
Donnie --

Donnie SPEEDS up, chases the cab... Lefty opens the GLOVE
COMPARTMENT.

Hits a BUTTON and the TRUNK pops OPEN.

A RED LIGHT

The cab stops. Lefty JUMPS out of the Cadillac...

IN THE TRUNK

Lefty pulls out a JACK, hustles up to the cab.

THE CABBIE

A PAKISTANI, 30s, oblivious. Then he sees Lefty approach in
his sideview mirror.

LEFTY
What's fucking wrong with you? Hah?
There's no fucking etiquette of the
road with you?

The Cabbie flips a "FUCK YOU" signal with his middle finger...
Rolls up his window.

LEFTY
Fuck who? Fuck me?

DONNIE OUT

of the Cadillac, running toward Lefty... INSIDE the cab, a
nervous PASSENGER gathers her shopping bags...

SMASH!

as the Cabbie's window CAVES IN... Lefty with the JACK...
SWINGS down hard on the windshield. From INSIDE, a spider's
web of shattered glass.

DONNIE APPROACHES

Worry on his face. The Passenger FLEES down the block.

THE CABBIE

hangs out the window, grabbing and punching at Lefty. Lefty
YANKS him out of the car.

DONNIE
Left, c'mon. Enough.

Donnie grabs Lefty, trying to pull him off. A DRIVER heckles
from a passing car.

DRIVER
Fuck you!

DONNIE
Hey, fuck you!

The Cabbie hangs onto Lefty. Lefty SNAPS off the cab's
ANTENNA, starts to WHIP the Cabbie with it. The Cabbie BITES
Lefty. Lefty YELPS, backs off.

ON—THE ACCELERATOR

as the Cabbie SLAMS his foot down. The light turns RED. The
cab FISHTAILS through crossing traffic... The Cabbie trembles
with fear, looks in his rear-view mirror as he speeds away.

WATCHING HIM

Donnie and Lefty, as DRIVERS in passing cars shoot looks of
disapproval their way. Lefty lights a cigarette.

LEFTY
These fucking guys. They come to
this country, they flaunt the rules
of the road. They give the 'fuck
you' sign to a man in the street...

DONNIE
What kind of bullshit is that?

LEFTY
Fucking sand nigger. I will never
fucking understand it. Why is it
always the guy who drives a car for
a living is the worst fucking driver
there is?

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. RESTAURANT

Donnie sits at a bar with a drink. Lefty listens to the OWNER,
toughlooking, 30s, as he WRIGGLES.

LEFTY
I just want what's owed.

OWNER
You know, you're not the only guy's
owed money.

DONNIE
You didn't wanna pay it you
shouldn't've borrowed it.

OWNER
Who's this cocksucker?

Like LIGHTNING, Donnie SLAPS the owner hard -- forehand,
backhand.

GRABS HIS COLLAR

BELTS HIM HARD an uppercut in the solar plexus. The Owner
SAGS to his knees.

NAUSEA in waves. Donnie finds the Owner's WALLET in his jacket
pocket. Takes the money from the wallet. Peels off a five,
STUFFS it in the Owner's mouth.

DONNIE
That's for the drink.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. CADILLAC

CASH as Lefty counts it out. Donnie drives through the Lower
East Side WATERFRONT.

LEFTY
(scolding)
Donnie -- why'd you pay for that
drink? Wiseguy never pays for a drink.

DONNIE
Okay. I didn't know.

LEFTY
Always on the arm.
(chuckles)
You scared that guy, though, managgia --
that cracks me up. I got 26 fucking
hits under my belt and you're the
one he's scared of.

Lefty CATCHES himself -- shouldn't have said that about the
hits.

BROODS a beat.

LEFTY
Hey, Donnie, pull over.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. CADILLAC

TOOLS out on the front seat. Lefty UNSCREWS the dashboard.
Donnie leans in.

LEFTY
Hand me them pliers.

DONNIE
The vise grip or the needle nose?

LEFTY
Fuggedaboudit. I'll get it myself.

He leans out. Takes the pliers. Goes back to work dismantling
the dashboard.

DONNIE
I don't know, Left. This is the best
car I ever had.

LEFTY
You didn't hear that? That rattling?

DONNIE
I never had any trouble with this
car.

LEFTY
Give me a hand with this.

Lefty and Donnie PULL OFF the dashboard. Lefty looks inside.
Feels around.

LEFTY
(satisfied)
It's clean.

DONNIE
(getting it)
Hey, you got something to say to me,
Left, say it to my face.

LEFTY
I ain't saying nothing, Donnie.

DONNIE
You think I got a fucking wire in my
car?

LEFTY
Did I say that?

DONNIE
What do you think -- you think I'm a
fucking rat stoolpigeon?

LEFTY
You can't be too careful these days.
Even the ears have ears.
(beat)
C'mon. They need some bodies on the
street down at Toyland.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. TOYLAND — LITTLE ITALY

A CAR pulls up and two prosperous-looking SKIPPERS get out --
DOMINICK "BIG TRIN" TRINCHERA, fat and fortyish, and PHILIP
"PHILLY LUCKY" GIACCONE, 40s, shrewd eyes behind glasses.
They disappear into an unimposing SOCIAL CLUB. WISEGUYS stand
guard in the cold outside.

Lefty arrives with Donnie in tow.

LEFTY
Nicky, this's Donnie.
(they nod)
How'd Minx's Magic do in the fifth?

WISEGUY #1
He lost.

LEFTY
How could he lose?

WISEGUY #1
What the fuck does he give a fuck?
He's a horse. You're the one that's
out ten grand.

LEFTY
Fuck! Now I gotta bet another dime
Sunday just to get to where I was
yesterday.

RED COWBOY BOOTS

move up the block... They belong to ALPHONSE "SONNY RED"
INDELICATO, 50s, barrel chest. With him, his son, ANTHONY
BRUNO INDELICATO, 20s, pale and balding, COKED OUT.

LEFTY
(aside, to Donnie)
Fucking Sonny Red.

Sonny Red stops, confronts Lefty.

SONNY RED
(nods to Donnie)
Who's this?

LEFTY
This's Donnie, a friend of mine.

BRUNO
Just stand there and look dangerous,
friend.

LEFTY
(proud)
Yeah, he does look dangerous, don't
he?

Bruno SNORTS in disgust as he and his father move along.

LEFTY
Sonny Red, everything's a beef with
him, him and Bruno, that son of his.

DONNIE
He don't look so dangerous himself.

LEFTY
Ah, he's a stone degenerate, he's
coked-up half the time. Like all
these fucking kids nowadays.

A huge LINCOLN pulls up. BODYGUARDS jump out of the car. And
CARMINE "LILO" GALANTE, 69, fat and bald, huge CIGAR, emerges
from the Lincoln. AWESTRUCK, all watch as, surrounded by
WISEGUYS, Galante disappears into the club. Lefty watches,
stubs out his cigarette. Turns to Donnie.

LEFTY
The boss.

CUT TO:

EXT. SUNSET. ROOF

Lefty tends to the PIGEON COOPS on his roof, Donnie alongside
him.

LOUISE, early 30s, a good-looking woman in stretch pants,
brings Lefty a SPRITZER.

LOUISE
Here you go, Bennie. You sure you
don't wanna spritzer, Donnie?

DONNIE
No thanks, Louise.

LOUISE
You change your mind, I'm downstairs.

She heads downstairs. Donnie turns back to Lefty.

LEFTY
Not for nothing, but... how'd you
know that was a fugazy?

DONNIE
Jewels are my business. If I buy a
fugazy, I lose. I hate to lose.

LEFTY
That's a good business, jewels? Good
money in it?

DONNIE
Pretty good.

LEFTY
You keep your nose clean, be a good
earner, listen to what I school you --
there ain't a crystal ball big enough
for what we could do.

DONNIE
(off pigeon)
Did you know there used to be falcons
in New York?

LEFTY
They got everything in this fucking
city.

DONNIE
Peregrine falcons. They lived across
the river.

LEFTY
In Queens?

DONNIE
In the Palisades.

LEFTY
The Palisades is Jersey, Donnie.

DONNIE
I'm saying that's why there's so
many pigeons now. The falcons used
to hunt 'em and kill 'em off.

LEFTY
I love these fucking pigeons. I'd
die before I'd let anybody touch
these pigeons.

DONNIE
Those falcons could read a newspaper
from a mile up.

LEFTY
A bird could read the newspaper?

DONNIE
I'm saying their eyesight.

LEFTY
Hey, Donnie -- you got a couple
hundred, Donnie? I got some things I
gotta take care of.

Donnie reaches in his wallet.

DONNIE
What do you want, two hundred?

Lefty leans over, PEERS into his wallet.

LEFTY
Whaddaya got there, three hundred?
Gimme three hundred.

Donnie hands over the $300 -- EMPTIES his wallet. Lefty takes
it, folds it into a ROLL. Puts the hundred on the outside...

LEFTY
Don't be carrying your money in a
wallet no more. Wiseguy got his money
in a roll, like this. Beaner on the
outside.

DONNIE
You're the boss.

LEFTY
I'm not the boss, Donnie. The boss
ends up dead or in jail. Why the
fuck would I want to be the boss?

DONNIE
It's just an expression.

LEFTY
And shave off that moustache. That's
against the rules.

DONNIE
Hey, Left, if it's okay, I'm gonna
run. I'll see you tomorrow.

LEFTY
Do I gotta school you in everything?
Tomorrow's Mother's Day. Wiseguys
don't work on Mother's Day.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. THE COCKEYED CLAM

Donnie sits with Berada as he reads over some documents.

BERADA
Benjamin Ruggiero. a.k.a. 'Lefty,'
'Lefty Guns,' 'Lefty Two Guns.' A
couple of bullshit cases, never did
time.

DONNIE
This is way beyond what we talked
about -- fences and hijackers. This
is a made guy. Do you know what that
means? There's only maybe 3000 made
guys in the whole fucking country.

BERADA
(smiles)
It means you're in, kid.

DONNIE
Can you believe it -- a made guy?
(muses)
A very peculiar made guy.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESENT. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Hogue reads a memorandum. LeBow on the phone.

BERADA (V.O.)
...In light of the above contacts,
we request an additional six months...

HOGUE
Berada's the guy who ran this?

JULES
I took over when he retired.

LeBow covers the receiver with his hand.

LEBOW
The surveillance is in place at the
church hall.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. CHURCH HALL — NEW JERSEY

A large RECEPTION HALL adjoining a Catholic CHURCH. Sounds
of a BIG BAND tuning up inside. Up the block:

MA BELL REPAIR VAN

parked by a telephone pole. FBI #1, in the guise of a
telephone LINESMAN, climbs the pole...

CUT TO:

INT. SAME TIME. SURVEILLANCE VAN

An FBI TECH TEAM monitors listening devices. An array of
SURVEILLANCE PHOTOS and MUG SHOTS as they're spread over a
small table. TECH #1 looks with BINOCULARS through ONE-WAY
GLASS.

TECH #1
(to phone)
...By tonight we'll have a guy
inside...

CUT TO:

INT. SAME TIME. FBI HEADQUARTERS

LeBow covers the phone, turns to Hogue.

LEBOW
They're gonna put in one of our guys
as a busboy tonight.

JULES
Who?

LEBOW
I don't know.

JULES
I want to know. If we're gonna put a
guy inside, I want it to be one of
our best guys.

LeBow goes back to the phone. Hogue turns to Jules.

HOGUE
I want to talk to Berada.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PAST. PISTONE HOME

Donnie SHAVES his moustache in the bathroom. Sounds of the
FRONT DOOR unlocking and then closing downstairs.

MAGGIE (O.S.)
Joe?

DONNIE
Up here.

ON MAGGIE

as she heads up the stairs...

MAGGIE
I had no idea you were coming home.
I'm supposed to go to the movies
tonight with the Grants.

She enters the bathroom as he wipes the shaving cream off
his face.

He looks up, half his moustache SHAVED OFF. Her face FALLS.

MAGGIE
Oh, Joe, don't --
(beat)
Forget it.

DONNIE
What's the matter?

MAGGIE
I liked your moustache. It's the
only thing I liked about this thing
of yours.

DONNIE
Well, what do you want me to do now?

MAGGIE
I want you to ask me.

DONNIE
You could've said something.

MAGGIE
What would you suggest I do -- tell
Berada to get a message to you that
I like your moustache?

DONNIE
That's not the point.

MAGGIE
I have to ask you about every frigging
thing.

She jockeys for room at the mirror to put on her makeup.

DONNIE
Maggie, I'll be two seconds.

MAGGIE
They were supposed to pick me up
five minutes ago.

DONNIE
You're going to the movies with the
Grants?

MAGGIE
Why don't you come?

DONNIE
The last thing I want to do tonight
is go to the movies with the Grants.

MAGGIE
I'm not canceling.

Agitated, he starts to compulsively organize the medicine
chest, the shelves.

DONNIE
Where is everybody? I didn't say
anything? I'm sure I said something.

MAGGIE
Joseph -- I think I'd remember.

DONNIE
Well, they should be home anyway.
What time is it?

MAGGIE
Sherry's sleeping over at Mom's,
she's teaching her how to sew. Kerry's
at choir practice.

DONNIE
Where's Terry?

MAGGIE
She's with her boyfriend.
(off his rearranging)
Leave my stuff alone.

DONNIE
What boyfriend?

MAGGIE
Kenny. What are you worried about? I
was 14 when we started dating.

DONNIE
That's what I'm worried about.

MAGGIE
He's a nice kid. Nice family. He's
on the wrestling team.

DONNIE
I'm sure he is. I 'm sure he's
practicing his takedowns right now.

MAGGIE
Maybe I'11 shave my head next time --
see how you like it.

A car horn HONKS outside. Donnie's rearranging grows more
agitated...

DONNIE
(angry)
I expect you to have some sense of
priorities. I put a roof over your
head. I put clothes on everybody's
back. I put gas in the car.

Maggie grabs his wrists... He wrestles her off.

MAGGIE
Leave my stuff alone.

DONNIE
I give you whatever I can give. What
I can't give you is a moustache. I
don't have a choice. I have to shave
the moustache.

MAGGIE
I don't give a shit about the
moustache. But if you're gonna live
your life however the fuck you want
then let me live mine.

She storms out. He balls up a towel, HURLS it against the
wall.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. PISTONE HOME—BEDROOM

Maggie sleeps. Donnie, WIDE AWAKE, stares at the ceiling.
Hears an ENGINE. A car door.

4:32 A.M.

on the clock. He gets up. Looks through the blinds. Sees his
daughter Terry as she kisses her boyfriend good night.

DONNIE'S POV

Terry kisses and kisses... And kisses... Falls back onto the
hood of the car and slides down it. Donnie senses that he's
losing control of his family.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Hogue looks up at the clock.

12 NOON

A tape plays on the TAPE RECORDER...

LEFTY (O.S.)
Hello?

DONNIE (O.S.)
Left? Donnie. I'm just checking in.

LEFTY (O.S.)
Where you been, Donnie? You gotta
check in.

DONNIE (O.S.)
That's what I said. I'm checking in.

LEFTY (O.S.)
Did you see the paper?

DONNIE (O.S.)
I just woke up.

LEFTY (O.S.)
How come every morning you're reading
the paper except this morning?

DONNIE (O.S.)
I just woke up, Left.

LEFTY (O.S.)
Fuggedaboudit. You better fucking
get down here.

Click! And a DIAL TONE...

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. CADILLAC

The FRONT PAGE of the New York Post -- a PHOTOGRAPH of Carmine
Galante, his cigar still clenched in his teeth, sprawled
bloody, DEAD in a Brooklyn restaurant. Under the headline:

RUBOUT

Lefty folds the paper in disgust, lights an English Oval --
even more JUMPY than usual. Donnie drives Lefty's Cadillac
across the Brooklyn Bridge.

LEFTY
The Boss gets whacked. The fucking
boss -- you don't even know the
fucking boss exists until he gets
whacked, and then your whole fucking
life gets turned around.

DONNIE
Where're we going?

LEFTY
Brooklyn. I got sent for.
(mutters)
The boss gets whacked. Another thing
I get left out of.

DONNIE
What does that mean, you got sent
for?

LEFTY
What do you think it means? I got
sent for by Sonny Black. I'm telling
you, I'm sick with this.

DONNIE
Sonny Red?

LEFTY
Did I say Sonny Red? Not Sonny Red.
Sonny Black.
(gestures)
And don't ride the brake. Don't drive
my Cadillac the way you drive your
car.

DONNIE
How do you know what he wants?

LEFTY
That fucking Sonny Black. I know
him. He gets upped to skipper, first
thing he's gonna do is go out and
buy a big fucking Mercedes.

DONNIE
They should up you before they up
Sonny Black.

LEFTY
It's his reward for whacking the
boss. Do I have to explain every
fucking thing to you?

DONNIE
I thought you and Sonny Black were
friends.

LEFTY
If you ever whacked a guy, Donnie,
you wouldn't ask such stupid
questions.

DONNIE
I whacked a guy once.

LEFTY
When?

DONNIE
In an argument.

LEFTY
An argument don't count.
(derisive)
An argument -- you whack your wife
in an argument.

DONNIE
I'm just saying.

LEFTY
Ain't the question. Don't say you
know when you don't know.

DONNIE
It could be anything Sonny sent for
you for.

LEFTY
I got sent for, Donnie. With This
Thing, you go in alive and you come
out dead. And the one that kills you
is your best fucking friend.

Lefty lights another cigarette. Donnie powers the window
down a crack. Lefty glares at him. Donnie powers the window
back up.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. TEE MOTION LOUNGE — BROOKLYN

Donnie drives up Withers Street. Pulls up to a three-story
building in a working-class neighborhood. Lefty takes a last
drag of his cigarette, climbs out.

LEFTY
Anything happens, make sure Louise
gets the Cadillac.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

Nicky and Boobie play gin. Neil Diamond's "Love on the Rocks"
plays on the JUKEBOX. Lefty enters.

NICKY
(sings)
'Love on the rocks, ain't no
surprise.' Look't this hand. This
ain't a hand. This's a deformed
fucking Creature of the Black Lagoon
fucking claw.

BOOBIE
Left.

NICKY
Left. 'Love on the rocks, ain't no
surprise.'
(to Boobie)
Ming'! I knew you was gonna grab
that!

Lefty, white with fear, sits down with his back to the wall.

NICKY
'Love on the rocks, ain't no
surprise.'

BOOBIE
It ain't no fucking surprise neither.

NICKY
(laying out cards)
Gin.

BOOBIE
Nicky, that ain't gin.

NICKY
Geddadaheah, that's gin.

BOOBIE
You got two sevens.

Boobie shows him his cards.

NICKY
Whaddaya mean I got two sevens? I
know I had three sevens.

BOOBIE
From now on we play the honor system.
You don't even show me your hand.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

Donnie sits in the car. Drums his fingers on the wheel.

THINKS... Then reaches behind himself --

UNSNAPS THE HOLSTER

strapped to his belt, holding his COMBAT KNIFE. Climbs out
of the car. Up a couple of steps. And through the door...

CUT TO:

INT. MOTION LOUNGE

...into the Motion Lounge. Nicky and Boobie shoot wary looks
at him.

Who's this? Lefty turns to them.

LEFTY
It's okay. He's a friend of mine.

Lefty glares at Donnie -- ACCUSES him with his eyes: who
told you to come in here? Donnie sits down -- something in
the placid atmosphere that tells him: this is how it happens.
Nicky peers over as Boobie writes on the SCOREPAD.

NICKY
You giving me credit for that?

Boobie slides him the scorepad.

BOOBIE
Fine. You keep score.

NICKY
I don't know how.

BOOBIE
How the hell can you play gin if you
don't know how to keep score?

NICKY
I'm a natural.

THE FLUSH OF A TOILET

as Sonny emerges from the bathroom, reading a slip of paper.

Crumples it, throws it in the trash.

SONNY
(complaining)
Two hundred in action and we came
out with 35. That fucking Bootshe
runs that book like an old lady.
That's gonna change.
(off Donnie)
Who's this fucking guy?

BOOBIE
He's with Lefty.

SONNY
(to Lefty)
C'mon. Let's go take a ride.
(to Donnie)
You too.

Donnie and Lefty share a look of FEAR.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

They emerge. Parked in the back -- a brand-new MERCEDES.
Lefty looks at it. Turns to Donnie.

LEFTY
(mutters)
What the fuck did I tell you?

Sonny unlocks the car.

SONNY
Hey, Left -- ride up front with me.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. MERCEDES

Sonny drives on the Long Island Expressway. Lefty in the
front seat, EDGY. Boobie and Nicky flank Donnie in back. He
glances nervously at them. Sizes them up.

SONNY
Ain't this beautiful, the ride on
this?

NICKY
Hey, Sonny -- can't you drive any
faster? I got a date tonight out in
Jersey.

SONNY
Which broad is this?

NICKY
This is the one from the calendar.
Remember that calendar I showed you?
Miss Pennzoil Air Filter of 1976.

Sonny and Boobie MIME holding two big BREASTS.

SONNY AND BOOBIE
(unison)
CHE MENNEL.

NICKY
That's the one.

Lefty, NERVOUS, pulls down the sun visor. Looks at Boobie in
the mirror.

SONNY
Hey, Left, what'cha doing?

LEFTY
Just checking my part.

SONNY
(chuckling)
Ah, Left -- what am I gonna do without
you?
(to Donnie)
What would you do without this guy,
hah, kid? You'd have to find yourself
a new goombah.

Lefty getting VERY NERVOUS...

NICKY
That was something about the boss,
wasn't it?

SONNY
We all gotta go sometime.

Lefty, TERRIFIED, looks at Boobie again. Boobie nods. Donnie
WATCHES this... Thinks: what to do?

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. KENNEDY AIRPORT

They walk from the parked Mercedes toward a FREIGHT HANGAR.
The scene is otherwise DESERTED. Lefty NERVOUS, lights a
cigarette.

Planes periodically ROAR overhead.

NICKY
(sings)
'Love on the rocks, ain't no
surprise.'

LEFTY
Sonny, what is this? We glomming
something?

Sonny opens the door.

SONNY
After you.

Lefty walks into the DARKNESS... A terrifying SILENCE...
Then --

RRRRRRROAR!

CUT TO:

INT. HANGAR

The LIGHTS come up. A pale and shaken Lefty looks straight
into the eyes of a LION CUB as it GROWLS. A bluff FREIGHT
HANDLER holds the lion on a leash.

LEFTY
Christ. I think I shit my pants.

FREIGHT HANDLER
It was supposed to go to some animal
dealer. Fuck him. I'll tell him it
got lost.

SONNY
Look, Left, he likes you.

The cub nuzzles and sniffs at Lefty.

LEFTY
(to Lion)
Get the fuck outta here.

SONNY
That's for you, Left. For your
birthday. Batter late than never.

LEFTY
That's why you sent for me?

SONNY
Yeah, why? Whaddayou think, you was
gonna get whacked?
(laughing)
Lefty thought he's gonna get whacked!

NICKY
(laughing)
What a pisser!

SONNY
What, over that 175 grand you owe
down in Little Italy? Don't worry,
chooch.
(hard)
Now you owe it to me.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. THE MOTION LOUNGE

Donnie, Lefty and the Lion pile into the Cadillac. Sonny,
Nicky and Boobie wave as they drive off.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. CADILLAC

They drive back to Manhattan, the Lion GROWLING in the back
seat.

Lefty turns around.

LEFTY
(to Lion)
Jesus Christ -- shaddup already!

DONNIE
He's hungry, Left,

INT. NIGHT. WHITE CASTLE

CUT TO:

"Home of the Square Hamburger." Lefty and Donnie approach
the counter.

LEFTY
Forty hamburgers.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. WHITE CASTLE

Donnie and a melancholy Lefty sit on the hood of the Cadillac,
throwing hamburgers to the Lion.

LEFTY
Thirty years, there ever was a piece
of work to be done -- call Lefty --
I never complained. But do I get
upped? They passed me by. Sonny Black
gets upped. I don't get fucking upped.

DONNIE
At least you got Louise.

LEFTY
Sonny Black has four broads don't
add up to Louise. You got a girl?

DONNIE
Yeah. I told you, in California.

LEFTY
That's a good thing. One broad's
enough. She's a good woman, Louise.
My son Tommy, she's more of a mother
to him than my ex-wife, that bitch,
(beat)
My own fucking son's a junkie, you
believe it?

DONNIE
You should give him a smack in the
mouth once in a while.

LEFTY
Believe me, I got bruises on my hands.
My daughter, Janet -- 28 years old,
she ain't married. My daughter
Francine, she's out in California.
She ain't married. I'm telling you,
Donnie, I gotta worry 24 hours a
day. A woman like Louise, I can't do
right by her -- I ain't got three
bucks in my pocket. I got cancer of
the prick. My ex-wife, she still
lives in the building. I see her on
the stairs, I gotta have three
spritzers just to calm down.

DONNIE
What do you mean, cancer of the prick?

LEFTY
Cancer of the prick. Oh, yeah, you
didn't know that? Fuggedaboudit. I'm
in the medical books with that.

DONNIE
I never heard of that.

LEFTY
I ain't a mutt -- 30 years busting
my hump, for what? Sonny Black they
up to skipper. Do I get upped? I'm
like Claude Rains -- I'm the Invisible
fucking Man.

DONNIE
You know, Left, not for nothing, but
six hours ago you thought you's gonna
get whacked.

LEFTY
Ain't the question, Donnie. Did I
say I was gonna get whacked?

DONNIE
No.

LEFTY
Don't say you know when you don't
know, Donnie. You don't know.

DONNIE
I don't know 'cause you don't tell
me. How come you didn't tell me about
that money you owe?

LEFTY
Fugggedabqudit. You know what the
vig is on that? That fucking
Blackstein is gonna have the arm on
me every fucking week.

DONNIE
Maybe I could help you out.

LEFTY
I'll tell you something -- I went in
front of all the skippers, Sonny Red
and Philly Lucky and all of them. I
went on the record with you. You
know what that means?

DONNIE
I don't know.

LEFTY
You don't?

DONNIE
I do?

LEFTY
You got no fucking idea, my friend.
I'm your man now -- Jesus Christ
can't touch you because I represent
you.

DONNIE
You and me, Left.

LEFTY
I got Louise and I got you.

They toss hamburgers to the Lion, the White Castle beside
them, lit bright against the bleak urban landscape.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. PISTONE HOME

A party for Kerry's CONFIRMATION. A PRIEST hobnobs with
Donnie's extended family. UNCLE BOB arrives, looks for Kerry.

UNCLE BOB
Where's Kerry?
(finding her)
Kerry, that's the prettiest
confirmation dress I've ever seen.

Terry sulks in a corner. Maggie enters with a tray of cookies.

UNCLE BOB
Is Joe here?

MAGGIE
He's on the phone.

The cheery hubbub subsides as the noise of Donnie's hollering
CRESCENDOES in the next room...

DONNIE (O.S.)
I don't give a fuck, Left!... What
the fuck do you want me to do?... I
don't give a fuck what that
motherfucker says -- you believe him
or me?

Awkward looks all around. MRS. PISTONE, 60s, Donnie's MOTHER,
sidles up to Maggie.

MRS. PISTONE
Who's bothering Joseph?

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. PISTONE BEDROOM

Donnie sleeps. Maggie lies awake.

MAGGIE
I want a divorce.

DONNIE
There hasn't been a divorce in my
family back to Julius Caesar. Divorce
someone else.

MAGGIE
I'm serious.

DONNIE
Maggie, I'm tired. Go to sleep.

MAGGIE
Will you see a therapist?

DONNIE
It's just another six months.

MAGGIE
I can't sleep for six months, Joe.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. OFFICE

SHELLY BERGER, late 40s, flannel shirt, earth shoes --
PSYCHOTHERAPIST -- sits with Donnie and Maggie.

MAGGIE
...He comes home at all hours of the
night, without announcing when or
why, or where he's been for three
weeks. Or three months. Then he
expects everything to be just the
way he wants it. He vacuums the entire
house. Do you know another man who
vacuums? It's abnormal. Of course,
he expects the girls to drop their
lives when he shows up...

DONNIE
I'm their father, Maggie. I ring
that doorbell I expect them home.

MAGGIE
They think it's a Jehovah's witness.
(to Berger)
You'd think he'd tell me where he
goes or what he's doing --

DONNIE
That's for your own protection.

MAGGIE
Ha!
(to Berger)
I know he's cheating on me --

DONNIE
I don't have to listen to that
bullshit.

MAGGIE
No, why don't you just leave? That's
what you're good at.

BERGER
Please just listen without saying
anything -- that's the task for today.
Otherwise you just replay the old
pathology.
(beat)
Maggie, you were talking about Joe's
disappearances.

MAGGIE
I never go out anymore. What couple
wants to go out with a third wheel?
Even when he's home it's not like we
have any friends any more.

BERGER
So you resent him for expressing
your autonomy needs?

MAGGIE
Yes, I resent him.

BERGER
For expressing your autonomy needs.

MAGGIE
(unsure)
Yes.

BERGER
And you, Joe -- what do you think
you're running from?

DONNIE
I ain't runnin' from nothin'.

MAGGIE
(mimics)
'I ain't runnin' from nuttin'. The
man I married was a college man.
(to Berger)
Sorry.

BERGER
(resuming, to Donnie)
Being the distancer forces Maggie
into the role of the pursuer. That
gives you a feeling of power.
Simultaneously you resent Maggie for
expressing the very intimacy needs
that in your own life you've --

DONNIE
I'm an undercover agent for the FBI!

MAGGIE
I didn't marry the FBI, Joe.

He writes on a pad. Donnie tries to peek at what he's writing.

BERGER
Okay. I want you to split the week
in half. Monday, Wednesday and Friday
are Joe's intimacy days. Tuesdays,
Thursdays, and Saturdays are Maggie's.
On your day, you make one intimacy
request. Your partner agrees in
advance to meet it. Whatever it is.

DONNIE
What's that -- an intimacy request?

BERGER
An intimacy request. Like 'Rub my
back,' or 'Help me work out this
problem with the kids.' Odd day,
even day, Sunday's off.
(beat)
And masturbate. I recommend it, for
both of you. It's a good way to blow
off stress.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENING. CADILLAC

Donnie drives. Maggie SULKS, looks out the window.

DONNIE
Can I ask you something?

MAGGIE
NO.

DONNIE
How much is this costing?

Maggie doesn't say anything.

DONNIE
Okay, Maggie -- I want you to answer
my question. This is my intimacy
request.

MAGGIE
A hundred dollars.

DONNIE
That was a hundred dollars?

MAGGIE
That's what I said, Joe.

DONNIE
A hundred dollars. And how many of
these do you think we'll need?

MAGGIE
I don't know.

DONNIE
One hundred dollars.

MAGGIE
Is this still your intimacy request?
Because otherwise I'd rather not
discuss it anymore.

DONNIE
I gotta work a ten hour day risking
my life to make a hundred dollars!

MAGGIE
Who are you risking your life for?
Not me, Joe.

DONNIE
(mincing)
'Will you rub my back'? Va'a'fonaooll.

MAGGIE
You're an animal.

DONNIE
You know what my intimacy request is
for him? It's very intimate. He can
take that bill he's gonna send me
and shove it up his ass.

Maggie starts to PUNCH him.

MAGGIE
You're an animal! Animal!

Donnie tries to fend her off while he drives. The car swings
wildly.

Approaching the opposite way:

A TRACTOR TRAILER

Donnie SWERVES. The car tumbles off the road onto a soft
shoulder.

Maggie continues to hit at Donnie. He wrestles with her.

MAGGIE
I hope
(punch)
those guys you're hanging out with
(punch)
are laying you
(punch)
because I'm
(punch)
not anymore!

He looks at her. She looks at him. And they

KISS PASSIONATELY

grappling in the front seat... He grabs her. Pulls her toward
him.

Realizes that she is encumbered by something. She deftly
unhooks the belt. Kisses his neck...

MAGGIE
(under her breath)
Do it.

But he's not buying.

DONNIE
Maggie -- who told you to wear a
seat belt?

MAGGIE
What?

DONNIE
It's a simple question. You never
wore a seat belt before, Maggie.

MAGGIE
Wait a minute -- is this -- you think
I'm having an affair?

DONNIE
I didn't say that. It's interesting
that you would say that, though.

MAGGIE
You're right -- I'm secretly seeing
a man who wants me to 'Buckle Up for
Safety'. We have three children, Joe --
remember them? One of us has to play
it safe.

She SLAMS out of the car...

OUT ON THE SHOULDER

with cars whipping by... Donnie chases after her.

DONNIE
I just asked a simple question. You're
the one that brought it up with the
affair.

MAGGIE
Bullshit. It's so frigging ironic
that you'd think I'm up to something.
My nights are homework and basketball
games. What are your nights?

DONNIE
You know what I'm doing.

MAGGIE
I don't know a goddam thing.

DONNIE
I'm doing the job. That's the job.

MAGGIE
I live like a widow, Joe. That's the
only way I can deal with this, with
the photographs and memories and our
children, and I go on with my life.
Like you're already dead.

DONNIE
It's for your own protection.

MAGGIE
It's not protecting me -- it's killing
me.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. PISTONE HOME

Maggie sleeps. Donnie lies awake.

DONNIE
When did you all of a sudden from
nowhere start saying, 'Do it', Maggie?

MAGGIE
What? Go to sleep.

DONNIE
'Do it.' You never said that -- 'Do
it'. You never talked that way before.

CUT TO:

INT. MORNING. PISTONE HOME

Kerry wakes up to an odd groaning and whining noise...

DOWNSTAIRS

Donnie compulsively vacuums the living room.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. PISTONE BEDROOM

Bursey INSTALLS a special BLACK PHONE. The girls WATCH with
Donnie.

BURSEY
This is a New York number -- it
patches through to here.

Maggie flutters through wearing her SWEATSUIT.

MAGGIE
I'm sorry to run out, honey. I have
an aerobics class. Take care of
yourself.

She gives him a peck on the cheek, exits. Donnie turns to
the girls

DONNIE
That's a special phone. You don't
call on it. You don't answer it.
Nobody touches that phone under any
circumstances. Understood?

TERRY
Jawohl, Herr Commandant!

Terry gives Donnie a NAZI SALUTE. Goosesteps out of the
bedroom.

DONNIE
Hey. Hey!

Donnie CHASES her a couple of steps. She HURTLES down the
stairs.

SLAMS out the door. Donnie turns back. Bursey shrugs,
continues to install the phone. Kerry and Sherry indict him
with their eyes.

Exit the bedroom.

CUT TO:

INT. MORNING. CADILLAC

Donnie drives through a driving RAIN. Looks in the REAR-VIEW
MIRROR.

Gets suspicious. Turns. A car turns with him... FOLLOWING
him.

DONNIE TENSE

He turns again. Again, the car FOLLOWS. Donnie looks again
in the rear-view mirror. Something FAMILIAR about that car...
Turns again.

A scowl of RECOGNITION plays across Donnie's face. And he
goes COLD... Approaching an intersection:

A YELLOW LIGHT

Donnie slows, then SPEEDS through the intersection as the
yellow light goes RED... Checks his mirror—the other car is
STUCK at the light.

INSIDE THE OTHER CAR

It's Maggie. She SMACKS the steering wheel in ANGER.

MAGGIE
Fuck you. Fuck fuck fuck you.

FLASH CUT TO:

EXT. THE PRESENT. FBI HEADQUARTERS

A HELICOPTER whips across the familiar face of Washington,
D.C. Lands on the roof of FBI headquarters. FBI MEN, including
Marshall, rush to meet it. Emerging from the chopper -- IT'S
BERADA.

Indomitable black eyes burn in a face grey with illness.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Berada, surrounded by suits. Hogue paces with DOCUMENTS.

HOGUE
$9,000 for miscellaneous --
miscellaneous what?... A $22,000
car... $40,000 for X-rated videotapes?

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PAST. THE COCKEYED CLAM

Donnie meets with a younger Berada.

BERADA
...I got an agent down in Florida,
Fred Calvin -- I got my finger in
the dike and he's got his thumb up
his ass. A million bucks in it and
Calvin's got nothing.

DONNIE
Meanwhile three years I've been
undercover and I can't get a fucking
two thousand dollar raise.

BERADA
Joe --

DONNIE
(correcting him)
Donnie. Call me Donnie -- I don't
wanna get confused.

BERADA
We've been through this. To get a
raise you gotta go up to supervisor
grade.

DONNIE
I supervise my prick. Not even three
years -- three and a half years.

BERADA
GS-14 is supervisors. That's the
rules.

DONNIE
Fuggedaboudit.

BERADA
Now what the hell's this about porno
tapes?

DONNIE
I need 40 grand, I gotta middle some
porno tapes.

BERADA
Forty grand for porno tapes?

DONNIE
You'll get it back. It's nothing.
Half of them are for fags.

BERADA
Oh, that makes me feel much better.
You don't watch it, you're gonna be
back in the buckets listening to the
Bulgarians all day.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESENT. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Berada addresses Hogue from his wheelchair.

BERADA
He has to do some not-so-nice things,
sir. He's not undercover in the Camp
Fire Girls.

HOGUE
(reading)
'UCA requests four handguns,
preferably .38 caliber, to assist in
a bank robbery'?

CUT TO:

INT. THE PAST. THE COCKEYED CLAM

DONNIE
You take out the firing pin. The
guns don't work. What the fuck are
you worried about?

BERADA
NO.

DONNIE
Why not?

BERADA
How'm' I gonna explain that to
Washington?

DONNIE
Hey, Guy, you have to explain this
to Washington, that's your fucking
job. For me to do my job I need the
fucking guns.

BERADA
There's no procedures for this.

DONNIE
I don't give a fuck about the fucking
procedures. You think
(gestures)
they have fucking procedures? Hah? I
want the fucking guns and I want the
fucking money. Understood?

Berada stares at Donnie, frightened. On his face we see his
doubts about what's happening to Donnie.

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESENT. FBI

BERADA
You guys said no to the guns. I don't
see why it's coming up now.

LEBOW
There's a 209 that says Sonny Black
might get hit tonight. And Joe would
get hit as one of his crew.

BERADA
What does Joe say?

MARSHALL
We don't know where Joe is.

BERADA
What do you mean -- you lost him?

HOGUE
Didn't you think at any point that
this was getting a little out there?

BERADA
Everything in this operation was a
judgement call, sir. And we relied
on his judgement. He was the one in
the field.

HOGUE
(with documents)
These requests have your name on
them. Why the hell did you go ahead
with this?

CUT TO:

INT. THE PAST. THE COCKEYED CLAM

DONNIE
Santo Trafficante -- how long's he
been the boss of Florida? You could
put his head on your wall.
(Berada thinks)
If I go down to Florida and vouch
for this jerkoff, whatever his name
is --

BERADA
Fred Calvin.

DONNIE
Every door in Florida will open for
this guy Calvin like it was on ball
fucking bearings. But I want the
guns. The money. And no more fucking
bullshit.

BERADA
Don't talk to me like you're talking
to them, Joe.

DONNIE
Donnie.

BERADA
Joe.

DONNIE
Don't waste my time. With all this
bullshit about procedures, you'll do
whatever it takes to get these guys.
Same as me.

Berada mulls it over a beat.

BERADA
You really think we could get
Trafficante?

Donnie gets up. Turns.

DONNIE
If I vouch for this guy and he fucks
up -- I'll put a bullet in his fucking
head.

Donnie exits. Berada WORRIES that this is getting out of
hand.

CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESENT. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Berada stares at Hogue, stone-faced.

BERADA
There was never any moment when I
thought Joe or the operation was out
of control, sir.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE PAST. MOTION LOUNGE

A LION IN WINTER. Lefty in his overcoat, the Lion on its
leash. A cold DRIZZLE falls. The Lion stops, sniffs at an
AUTOMOBILE. Lifts a leg:

PEES ON THE TIRE

Lefty, embarrassed, looks around. NEIGHBORS watch from windows --
some amused, some disapproving. The Lion moves to the next
car.

Sniffs. Pees on the tire. And then to the next:

SONNY'S MERCEDES

The Lion sniffs. Lefty tugs on the leash. The Lion resists,
sniffs some more. Lefty tugs harder. The Lion lifts its leg...
Lefty YANKS on the leash -- the Lion ROARS. Lefty DRAGS the
Lion into the Motion Lounge.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

Donnie takes a football bet on the pay phone.

DONNIE
We got the Colts giving two and a-
half. Yeah,
(writing)
nickel on the Colts.

INSIDE

Sonny presides over a BOARD MEETING of the Sonny Black
Corporation.

Nicky, Boobie and other WISEGUYS -- including BOOTS and LEGS --
pore over crumpled scraps of paper. Sonny makes notes in a
little spiral NOTEBOOK. Donnie joins them.

BOOBIE
We had that load of jeans -- remember?
Two hundred grand on that...

The Lion shakes its mane, SPRAYS WATER over everyone.

NICKY
Va'n'aool', all over everything!
Lefty -- how'm I gonna read this?

LEFTY
That'll teach you to improve your
penmanship.

Lefty lays a PARKING METER out on a card table. Picks up a
SLEDGE HAMMER.

BOOTS
There's that guy that's making the
Quaaludes for us.

DONNIE
What're we selling that for? I know
a guy I think I could off them to.

NICKY
Sixty cents apiece. I think it's 60.
Is it 60?

BOOTS
We're doing a dime a week.

WHAM!

an echoing CLANGOR as Lefty whacks at the parking meter with
the sledge hammer.

SONNY
If you're holding out on me, Boots,
I'm gonna chop you up.

BOOTS
I ain't holding out. It's ten grand
a week. That's it.

SONNY
It should be 25.
(to Boobie)
You ever off that load of sunglasses?

Boobie nods, gives thumbs up.

NICKY
Bullshit, Boobie.

BOOBIE
I did so, Nicky.

NICKY
Who you gonna lay off 18 cases of
sunglasses to?

BOOBIE
I laid it off... to the same guy I
heisted it from.
(to Sonny)
Twenty-five grand.

Sonny writes in his notebook.

WHAM! Another deafening smash at the parking meter.

SONNY
Will you stop it with that?

LEFTY
How else'm I gonna open it? Open
sesame?

SONNY
What are you gonna get out of that,
Left? Fifty bucks?

LEFTY
Ain't the question.

SONNY
You know, you guys -- you don't
fucking think. I'm the skipper now --
I gotta answer. Sonny Red's got 75
million alone just with that trucking
company out in Jersey and I got fifty
bucks of fucking dimes.

LEFTY
A score's a score.

SONNY
You're like a bunch of fucking niggers
on welfare.

DONNIE
What about Florida? I know a guy
down there, he has some vending
machines he's trying to move.

LEFTY
Let him move them to New York.

DONNIE
Plus he has a club down there. He's
looking for partners that can give
him peace of mind.

SONNY
You know this guy?

WHAM! Another bang at the parking meter. Lefty GLOWERS at
Donnie. A look that says: SHUT UP.

DONNIE
I knew him ten years ago, in
Baltimore. He was okay then.

SONNY
Where in Florida? The Beach?

DONNIE
Tampa.

LEFTY
For your information they got their
own outfit down there and their own
boss.

LEGS
Santo Trafficante.

LEFTY
Thank you.

NICKY
All the economy's moving down there,
Florida, 'cause of the Oil Crisis. I
heard it on the news.

BOOBIE
The economy gotta be good for there
to be good moneymaking for crooks.

LEGS
Who can get a fucking thing going in
this fucking city? It's 5000 wiseguys
all chasing the same nickel.

NICKY
Hey, Sonny, maybe we could do
something with Disneyworld down there.
Wiseguy Mountain. Wiseguys of the
Caribbean. Everybody fucks Minnie
Mouse up the ass. Can you imagine?
(gestures)
You grab her by those big fucking
ears --

Uproarious LAUGHTER from the group. Then suddenly --

SONNY EXPLODES

In a RAGE, he stands up, THROWS HIS CHAIR, knocks over the
card table.

SONNY
You think this is a fucking joke?
Hah? One day I'm gonna die, and I'm
gonna be in this same fucking room,
with these same fucking guys, talking
about these same fucking scams that
never amount to anything, and that's
how I'll know I got sent to fucking
Hell.

Sonny STORMS out. The guys sit, look at each other. Some
dazed.

Some calculating. Boobie picks up the toppled table.

BOOBIE
We better start earning or somebody's
gonna get clipped.

Then Sonny RETURNS. Pale and shaken.

SONNY
I can't even imagine it. What kind
of people -- in broad fucking daylight --
what kind of a world --

NICKY
What happened?

SONNY
They stole the Mercedes.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

The guys file out. STARE at the EMPTY SPACE where the Mercedes
used to be.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. LAGUARDIA AIRPORT

From the runway, as a JETLINER takes off...

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. AIRPLANE

Nicky and Boobie play GIN in the second row of the FIRST
CLASS section. Their GIRLFRIENDS sit beside them. Sonny
SNOOZES behind them on the shoulder of Judy, the waitress we
met at the outset.

Lefty and Donnie sit along the opposite wall, in the smoking
section,

LEFTY
(sotto)
Donnie?

DONNIE
What?

LEFTY
Why'd you inject that, Donnie, with
Florida?

DONNIE
I didn't inject anything, Left.

LEFTY
You injected that. Don't tell me no.
I know you, Donnie, you don't say
nothing unless there's a reason for
it.

DONNIE
I don't know, Left. I was just
bullshitting around.

LEFTY
Listen to me, Donnie. I swear on --
I don't know which to swear on, my
dead father, my mother, who I love,
my children -- I swear to you,
something's going on that you don't
know about.

DONNIE
I know.

LEFTY
(flaring)
That's the problem is, you don't
know.

DONNIE
You don't explain it to me.

LEFTY
You think you can trust Sonny Black?
Sonny Black is one big fat fucking
snake in the, uh, uh...

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?

LEFTY
I'm taking care of it. I gotta reach
out -- in a month I'll come back and
sit down with the man.

SONNY
He knows who you are?

ZZZZH! the whir of an autowinder and a black-and-white FREEZE
FRAME, All over

LEFTY
Fuggedaboudit, Sonny, the world I'm
known.

ZZZZH!

ZZZZH!

NICKY
You are not known in Iran.

And another freeze frame. Boobie gets up, dives in the pool
and another FREEZE FRAME.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. SAFE HOUSE

A nerve center set up in a hotel suite. FBI AGENTS with
headphones listen to WIRETAPS, bustle in and out. Donnie,
exhausted, sits with Bursey and Jules.

DONNIE
I need a boat. Lefty loves boats. He
wants something special to show off
for Trafficante.

BURSEY
Anything else?

DONNIE
Yeah. What happened to my expense
check? It's gotta be three months
already.

Bursey gets called to the phone, approaches.

BARBARA JONES, 30s, a PROSECUTOR,

JULES
Joe, this's Barbara Jones. She's an
assistant US Attorney.

DONNIE
Donnie. Call me Donnie.
(to Jules)
I gotta get reimbursed, Jules. It's
fucking ridiculous.

JONES
We're missing bits and pieces on a
lot of these cases. On the
loansharking --

DONNIE
Donnie Brasco has the worst fucking
credit rating in the history of the
Mafia.

JONES
Like I was saying, with the
loansharking -- we have to get
somebody on tape with what the rate
of interest is.

Bursey covers the phone.

BURSEY
Does Sally Paintglass report to Nicky?

DONNIE
Not Nicky. Nicky Cigars.

BURSEY
(to phone)
Not Nicky. Nicky Cigars.

DONNIE
Miss Jones, how many do I have solid?

JONES
Indictments? I don't know. Fifty.
Sixty.

BURSEY
(calling out)
Who's Nicky Glasses?

DONNIE
Nicky Glasses. Little Nicky.

JONES
Joe --

DONNIE
Donnie. Call me Donnie. I don't wanna
get confused.
(to Jules)
What about the club? When's it gonna
be ready?

JULES
It'll be ready when you come back
down.

DONNIE
You gonna spend any money to fix it
up or is it gonna stay a dump?

Bursey moves to the coffee machine. Jules sits with Donnie,
hands him the NAGRA TAPE RECORDER. He sticks it inside his
COWBOY BOOT.

BURSEY
You want some coffee, Joe?

DONNIE
(correcting him)
Donnie.

JONES
The loansharking predicates are very
specific. It's really important that
you focus on these things.

DONNIE
What about the boat? I need that
fucking boat. You know, I ask Berada
to do something and he just says,
'Done'.

JULES
Maybe that's why he's in the hospital.

JONES
The state says twice the lawful rate.
Can you get that on tape?

DONNIE
Just get me that fucking boat, okay?

Bursey rejoins them, stirring his coffee.

BUPSEY
They got that boat down here on that
other investigation --
whatchamacallit. Big fucking yacht.

DONNIE
Perfect.

BURSEY
(laughing)
The agents dress up as Arab sheiks
trying to bribe Congressmen. You
think that'll ever amount to anything?

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. MARINA

Lefty talks to a CAPTAIN, 50s, topsiders and cutoffs.

LEFTY
Five grand for that bucket for one
day?

CAPTAIN
Just listen to me --

LEFTY
I listen to my prick. How can you
say five grand?

CAPTAIN
You don't want it, don't rent it.

Lefty looks up. DOUBLETAKES.

LEFTY'S POV

as he looks down the dock, where BOOBIE meets with two
COLOMBIANS by a cigarette boat. He hands them a paper bag
full of cash to the Colombians. They hand him a BRIEFCASE.
Lefty backs into the shadows. Watches, TROUBLED, as Boobie
climbs into his car, drives away.

LEFTY
(sotto)
What the fuck is he up to?

CUT TO:

EXT. MORNING. TAMPA AIRPORT

The guys head toward the terminal, followed by Calvino,
burdened by their LUGGAGE. He lumbers like a pack-animal.

SONNY
Left, you wanna take care of the
bags? We'll be in the lounge.

Sonny heads inside with Nicky and Boobie. Lefty looks around.

LEFTY
Where's that fucking redcap?

Lefty wanders off, looks up the block. Calvino stands on the
curb with Donnie. Looks up and down. DOUBLETAKES.

CALVINO
(aside)
Oh, Jesus -- that's Hollman, Joe.

"Joe." RAGE flickers almost imperceptibly in Donnie's eyes.

CALVINO'S POV

HOLLMAN, 50s, a sharply-dressed LAWYER, climbs out of a
Mercedes.

Moves to the trunk, opens it.

CALVINO
He'll make us for sure. He was the
USDA with --

DONNIE
(hard)
Shut up and calm down. I'll take
care of it.

Lefty rejoins them.

LEFTY
Now listen to me, Fred -- you
listening to me?

CALVINO'S POV

Hollman helps his wife out of the car. Shuts the door... The
REDCAP shows up. Starts ticketing the bags.

LEFTY
Just get that club fixed up. Anybody
says anything, you just tell them to
have their people get in touch with
your people in New York.

Hollman drops his bags in line behind our guys. His wife
fishes in her pocketbook for the tickets...

LEFTY
Mulberry Street. Ask for Lefty.

CALVINO
Okay, Left.

REDCAP
(to Lefty)
Excuse me, sir -- your tickets?

LEFTY
(ignoring Redcap)
When we come back down, we'll sit
down with Who's Who and straighten
everything out.

HOLLMAN
(to Lefty)
Excuse me -- he needs your tickets.

And then he... RECOGNIZES Donnie.

HOLLMAN
Joe?

Donnie ignores him.

DONNIE
(to Calvino)
Help this fucking guy put the bags
up on the cart. You got the tickets,
Left?

HOLLMAN
(persisting)
Joe Pistone?

Lefty's SUSPICION rises. Hollman moves to take Donnie by the
elbow.

And Donnie WHIRLS on him.

DONNIE
(angry)
Hey, buddy -- what the fuck are you
selling?

HOLLMAN
I'm sorry -- I thought I recognized
you.

DONNIE
(to Lefty)
Get a load of this guy. The oldest
fucking scam in the book. Pretend
you recognize someone and meanwhile
his partner here takes your wallet,
(to Wife)
He fuck you, honey, or does he just
thieve with you?

HOLLMAN
That's my wife.

MRS. HOLLMAN
C'mon, honey.

DONNIE
Hah? with his fucking pencil prick?

HOLLMAN
(ironic)
My mistake.

She draws him away. They move toward the terminal.

DONNIE
(after them)
'Cause if he ain't fucking you, honey,
come up to First Class. We got two
toilets up there.

Calvino gives the bag to a REDCAP. Looks in his wallet.

DONNIE
Fucking guy pissing up my leg.

LEFTY
Relax. You're gonna bust a blood
vessel.

DONNIE
You can't even go to the fucking
airport any more without some fucking
Hare Krishna or somebody puts his
hand in your pocket.

CALVINO
(to Lefty)
You got change for a twenty?

Lefty takes the twenty, gives the REDCAP two dollars. KEEPS
the twenty.

LEFTY
Send the tickets for me and Donnie.
We'll come back down in a month.

CALVINO
Sounds good to me.
(about the twenty)
Hey Left --

But Lefty's already on his way inside. Donnie lingers a beat.

CALVINO
I wanted change from a twenty. He
took the twenty --

DONNIE
(sotto)
You ever call me Joe again I'll cut
your throat.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. PISTONE HOME — MINNESOTA

The door unlocks, and Donnie tiptoes into the house. The
middle of the night. Goes into the kitchen for a snack. Opens
the refrigerator.

A BIRTHDAY CAKE

half-eaten, with the elided legend, "HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN,
TERRY." He missed the party.

DONNIE
Shit.

INT. NIGHT. TERRY'S ROOM

CUT TO:

Terry lies awake. A shaft of light hits her face as Donnie
opens the door.

DONNIE
Terry? You awake?

TERRY
Yeah.

Donnie goes to her. Sits on the bed.

DONNIE
I' m sorry I missed your party.

TERRY
It's okay. Uncle Bob flew in.

DONNIE
I'm not the kind of guy that breaks
his promises.

TERRY
That's what Mom said.

DONNIE
I'm sure that's only part of what
Mom said.

TERRY
That's between you two.

DONNIE
What'd she say -- she wants a divorce?
That's just her way of blowing off
steam.

TERRY
She was worried something happened
to you.

DONNIE
Nothing's gonna happen to me, Terry.
Nothing's gonna happen to us -- I
won't let it. Okay?

TERRY
Look, I understand. It's your job.

DONNIE
I'm doing the right thing. I know
it's a sacrifice. It's the same thing
I always tell you kids -- do your
best, work hard, never quit. That's
how I live my life. I just had no
way of knowing it would go this far.

TERRY
It was just a birthday party, Dad.
You don't have to go through this
big apology.

DONNIE
You're getting grown-up now. I want
you to understand.

TERRY
Half the kids in school don't have
fathers.

DONNIE
You have a father, Terry.

TERRY
That's not what I meant.

DONNIE
Maybe I'm not there for the good
times, but I'm there if you need me.

TERRY
I know that, Dad.

DONNIE
It's just another six months.

"Another six months." That phrase. Like a knife in her heart.

TERRY
Whenever. It's no big deal.

DONNIE
Come here. Give me a hug.

Terry sits up, hugs her father. Struggles against the tears.
And loses.

TERRY
(sobbing)
I hate you. I'm sorry. I hate you so
much.

He takes this like a blow. Hugs her tighter.

CUT TO:

INT. MORNING. PISTONE HOME

Donnie convenes a FAMILY MEETING over breakfast. Terry, Kerry
and Maggie sit, sullen, around the kitchen table. Sherry
runs down the stairs, sits down.

SHERRY
Sorry I'm late.

DONNIE
Okay. I called this family meeting
because there's something we have to
talk about. I know what I'm doing
involves a lot of sacrifice from
everyone, but this is something
patriotic for the country that you
can all be proud of.
(beat)
I called the meeting because we're
gonna have to move.

TERRY
I'm not moving.

DONNIE
This isn't a democracy, Terry. This
is a dictatorship. And that's my
decision. It's getting too dangerous.

MAGGIE
Well, I don't want to move either,
Joe. Move where?

DONNIE
There's too many people here who
know us.

MAGGIE
Those people are known as 'friends,'
Joe. You told me when we started
this that we'd be moving back close
to the family. That was the deal.

DONNIE
We're moving to Minnesota and changing
our name to 'Anderson'. That's the
deal. It's done.

SHERRY
'Anderson'? Yeeccch...

TERRY
Fuck that. I'm staying here.
I'll live with Kenny.

DONNIE
That language is unacceptable, young
lady. You sit down.

Terry gets up, walks out. Maggie gets up, too.

MAGGIE
Well, Mr. 'Anderson', you've topped
yourself. Where'd you get that name --
'Father Knows Best'?

DONNIE
Where are you going? Don't you want
to discuss this?

MAGGIE
Apparently there's nothing to discuss.
I'm going to get the mail.

KERRY
What about our friends?

DONNIE
You'll make new friends.

SHERRY
We're not in the FBI, Dad.

DONNIE
Minnesota's great. Lakes and
everything. We can get a nice piece
of land there. Maybe we can even get
a horse.

Maggie comes back inside, reading the MAIL. Flips a letter
to Donnie.

MAGGIE
You know the US government? The one
you're doing this patriotic work
for, that we can all be proud of?

DONNIE
What's this?

MAGGIE
The IRS. We got audited.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. TAMPA HARBOR

A magnificent hand-built 75-foot motor yacht docked at the
marina.

Lefty BEAMS, arms folded in satisfaction, beside Donnie.
Sonny, Nicky, Boobie and the girls arrive, carrying COOLERS.
They marvel at the boat.

NICKY
Left, that's some fucking boat.

SONNY
Cozz'. That's beautiful.

Judy gives Lefty a kiss. He blushes.

LEFTY
Sonny -- lookit what the name is.
That's like my name.

Sonny looks at the stern. Emblazoned across it: "THE LEFT
HAND"

SONNY
That's some fucking irony, ain't it?

LEFTY
That's hand-built in Taiwan, that
boat.

BOOBIE
What is that, half a million?

LEFTY
Fuggedaboudit. There's one thing I
know, it's boats. This's gotta be a
million dollars, this boat.
(gestures toward boat)
Go ahead. Get comfortable. I'm gonna
wait for the man.

Sonny and the others head toward the boat. Lefty turns to
Donnie.

LEFTY
Can you imagine this? I'm gonna sit
down with the boss. Remember that
day when we were freezing our nuts
off, watching all of them going to
sit down with the boss?

DONNIE
Sonny Red and all them big puffers.

LEFTY
In New York I never sat down with
the boss in my life. This was a great
idea I had, Florida.

DONNIE
Hey, Left.

Donnie nods toward the parking lot. Lefty looks, sees a
LINCOLN TOWN CAR pull up.

LEFTY
That's him. That's Trafficante.

Lefty jogs up the dock as STEVE DISALVO, 40s, Trafficante's
ENFORCER, emerges from the Lincoln.

DISALVO
You Lefty?

LEFTY
Nice to meet you, Mr. Trafficante.

DISALVO
This's Mr. Trafficante.

Lefty turns as SANTO TRAFFICANTE, 70s, a feeble old man with
a pork pie hat, is helped from the car by his entourage of
FLORIDA WISEGUYS.

He and Lefty shake hands.

LEFTY
That's the boat I arranged for you,
Mr. Trafficante. We got a full bar,
every kind of music, telephone,
everything. You want anything --
anything you want -- you just ask
Lefty.

Trafficante peers down the dock through thick prescription
SUNGLASSES.

TRAFFICANTE
Which one's Sonny Black?

FLASH CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. FBI

Hogue looks at large color SURVEILLANCE PHOTOS of "The Left
Hand" as it tools around Tampa harbor. As the party
progresses, Sonny Black and Trafficante split off and move
to the bow. Then Donnie joins Sonny and Trafficante. Sonny
introduces them...

OVER THIS

taped dialogue from the group in the stern, with seagulls,
surf, and the sounds of a party...

CLOSE ON -- HOGUE

as his face turns grim...

HOLD ON -- SURVEILLANCE PHOTO

as Donnie shakes hands with Trafficante.

HOGUE
An FBI man shaking hands with the
boss of Florida? Did it ever occur
to anyone that that is simply not
possible?

JULES
Score one for our side.

HOGUE
What makes you so sure he's on our
side?

FLASH CUT TO:

EXT. THE PAST. BOAT

Sonny and Donnie stand in the bow, look out over the water.

SONNY
You can live your life like a man
down here. I bet if you took my blood
pressure right now it'd be down one
hundred per cent. Sonny Red's got
Jersey and we got Florida, and
Florida's better than Jersey, right?

DONNIE
He can stick Jersey up his ass.

SONNY
This is a great idea I had, Florida.

DONNIE
Once Lefty arranged it with
Trafficante --

SONNY
Fuggedaboudit. What Lefty don't
understand is guys like Trafficante,
their day is done.

SONNY
A 70 year old brain can't compare
with guys like us, because where
he's got like 20 more years experience
in his day, we got 50 more years in
our day. And we're living in our
day. Capeesh?

DONNIE
Simple arithmetic.

SONNY
Like with jeans, who had the idea
with jeans and now look how much
money they're making?

DONNIE
Some young guy.

SONNY
Lefty's a dynamite-guy, no question.
But you know, the thing with him
is... he's trying to help you but he
hurts you. He gets those two or three
wines in him...

DONNIE
You just gotta take it with a grain
of salt.

SONNY
The books open up in December, I'm
gonna propose you. You know what
that means?

DONNIE
Fuggedaboudit. Be a made guy? That
would be unbelievable.

SONNY
What I'm saying is this. You don't
have to report to Lefty no more.
From now on you can report to me.

CLOSE ON -- DONNIE

as he calculates the advantages and dangers of his new
offer...

IN THE STERN

Lefty broods, nurses a spritzer. Watches Donnie with eyes
full of anger and resentment. Boobie sidles up to him.

BOOBIE
Can I ask you something? Did you get
this boat or did Donnie get this
boat?

LEFTY
Some broad down here he used to know,
it belongs to her brother.

BOOBIE
He knows a lot of broads, Donnie.

LEFTY
If Donnie had a dollar for every
broad of all his broads, he could
buy the fucking boat himself.

BOOBIE
If Donnie's got so many broads, how
come we never seen none of them?

LEFTY
He uses them broads like Kleenex. He
won't spend a dollar to take a lady
out.

Boobie drinks, takes a beat.

BOOBIE
You ever notice Donnie'll buy guns
from you, if you're offing guns, but
you never see him be the one offing
guns?

Lefty thinks a beat.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. TAHITIAN

Donnie takes off his cowboy boots. Takes the Nagra out of
his boot Rewinds the tape. Plays it.

DONNIE (O.C.)
I just got some things I gotta take
care of, back in the city.

SONNY (O.S.)
When you come back, you represent me
in Florida.

He SNAPS it off. Hides it back in his cowboy boot.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. LAGUARDIA AIRPORT

Donnie and Lefty wait with the crowd at the BAGGAGE CAROUSEL.

LEFTY
I'm telling you, it's good to be
back in New York. That fucking Florida
baked everybody's brain. When Sonny
gets out of the fucking sun he's
gonna realize what a miserable fucking
idea you had.

DONNIE
How long's he gonna stay down there?

LEFTY
Do I know?
(resuming)
I never saw so many old people in my
life. Who the fuck wants to go to
Florida? Sometimes you are one stupid
cocksucker, Donnie.

Donnie FLARES at the word "cocksucker."

THEIR POV

as Lefty's SUITCASE moves toward them. Donnie doesn't budge.

LEFTY
Donnie -- that's my bag, Donnie.
Donnie --

DONNIE
Nobody calls me cocksucker.
Understood?

LEFTY
You get that fucking bag.

DONNIE
I'm not getting it.

LEFTY
Pick it up.

DONNIE
NO.

LEFTY
Pick up the fucking bag.

DONNIE
No fucking way, Left.

LEFTY
Don't think you got the wood over my
eyes, Donnie. I watch you siding up
to Sonny Black.

DONNIE
That's got nothing to do with it.

LEFTY
Now you're on your fucking high
horses.

DONNIE
I got no fucking loyalty to Sonny
Black. That ain't the issue.

LEFTY
(off bags)
Donnie -- that's the other one!

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.

CUT TO:

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

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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...

CUT TO:

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.

FLASH CUT TO:

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.

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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?

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

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.

CUT TO:

INT. SAKE TIME. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Hogue BROODS as the FBI men roll down their sleeves, pull on
their jackets, snap closed their briefcases...

JULES
I told you that wire was a fucking
fiction writer.

LEBOW
He's never been wrong before.

HOGUE
What exactly did the informant say?

LEBOW
He said the hit's going down tonight
at the wedding.

HOGUE
Did he say a hit on Sonny Black?

LEBOW
A hit. There's a war between Sonny
Red and Sonny Black -- they're both
at the wedding -- I interpolated
that --

HOGUE
Who was this informant? Where does
his information come from?

LEBOW
He's close to guys who are close to
the guys in Sonny Black's, crew.
He's very reliable.

HOGUE
Goddamit!

Hogue frantically dials the phone.

LEBOW
What?

HOGUE
Sonny Black's not the target. Sonny
Black's the shooter!

LEBOW
I just assumed —-

MARSHALL
Oh my God.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. BOOBIE'S CADILLAC

Boobie drives, Donnie beside him. The menacing QUIET of the
open road. Past PROSPECT PARK...

SONNY
Hey, Boob, remember how we used to
run around here, when we was kids?
We used to have running races...

BOOBIE
I whipped your ass many a time.

SONNY
Fuggedaboudit.

BOOBIE
When I raced wit'cha, it looked like
you're standing still.

SONNY
Oh, yeah? Pull over.

BOOBIE
Fuggedabouit. I whipped your ass.
Your day is done.

SONNY
Pull over. We're gonna see whose day
is done. C'mon, Donnie. You do the
on the marks.

Boobie pulls over. They pile out of the car.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. PROSPECT PARK

Boobie and Sonny crouch at an imaginary starting line.

SONNY
Okay. We're running to the fountain.

BOOBIE
Okay.

SONNY
You remember the fountain?

BOOBIE
I remember the fountain.

SONNY
Donnie -- you do the 'on your marks'.

DONNIE
On your marks. Get set. Go!

They JUMP off the line... RUNNING through the blackness...
Sonny takes an early lead, but Boobie's leaner... Starts to
pull away... Looks over at Sonny, GRINS...

DONNIE PEERS

into the darkness... Sees them DISAPPEAR into the trees.

SONNY AND BOOBIE RUN

huffing and puffing... They disappear into the darkness...
And Donnie realizes that he's

ALONE IN THE DARK

Turning, around and around... A RAT with no place to hide...

THE RACE CONTINUES

Boobie looks over at Sonny, pulls away...

DONNIE IN TERROR

Adrenaline rushes through him. As he turns, and turns, and
WAITS... For the bullet that will kill him...

BOOBIE RUNS

Sonny yards behind him. Then Sonny STOPS. Reaches into his
waistband. And pulls out

A PISTOL

Boobie running FREE in the night... Reaches the fountain,
holds up his arms in victory. Leans over, hands on knees,
WHEEZING. Turns, smiling. And his smile FRACTURES.

DONNIE FLEES

Jogs a couple of steps to find some cover... Then hears

A DISTANT GUNSHOT

as it echoes through the park. Donnie crouches by reflex.
From the shadows, a man STAGGERS toward Donnie -- it's Boobie,
bleeding profusely from a head wound... Sonny chases him...
The champagne POP! of more GUNSHOTS...

SONNY AIMS

fires... His .45 JAMS...

SONNY
Fucking son of a bitch! Donnie, get
'im!

Boobie STAGGERS, bleeding from three wounds now... Running
toward his car... Donnie runs toward him... The CRUNCH of
wet grass...

DONNIE TACKLES HIM

Boobie falls heavily... BLOOD belches out of his mouth...

BOOBIE
Help me...

Sonny catches up. Grabs his .45 by the barrel and savagely
SMASHES Boobie in the head. A thick sound—like a melon falling
off a shelf.

Again and again... Blood EVERYWHERE... Donnie backs off,
looks up, as

LEFTY ARRIVES

in his Cadillac. Nicky beside him. Sonny tosses Boobie's
keys to Donnie.

SONNY
Pull his car around, I think he has
a bag in the trunk.

CUT TO:

INT. LATER. LEFTY'S APARTMENT

Lefty pours Donnie a Scotch. Sits down with a spritzer.

LEFTY
He was holding out on him. Fucking
coke deal Boobie was running down in
Florida.

DONNIE
Sonny found out about it?

LEFTY
Do I still gotta school you after
whatever fucking years? That's the
worst thing you could do to a man
like Sonny Black. You could pull his
cock before you could take a dollar
out of his pocket.

DONNIE
How'd he find out?

LEFTY
Who?

DONNIE
Sonny.

LEFTY
Why the fuck are you asking so many
fucking questions, Donnie?

DONNIE
I don't know, Left. Boobie was a
friend of all of us.

LEFTY
Boobie wasn't no friend to you,
Donnie, believe me.

DONNIE
What are you talking about?

LEFTY
Ain't nobody gonna give you a pass
no more, Donnie. You walk on a chalk
fucking line from now on.

CLOSE ON -- DONNIE

as he realizes that Lefty sold out Boobie to save him.

DONNIE
You told Sonny that Boobie was holding
out?

LEFTY
Ain't the question.

DONNIE
Because of me? What was Boobie saying?

LEFTY
Ain't the question, Donnie.

Lefty finishes his spritzer. Gets up to make another.

LEFTY
I don't know what made you think I'd
give you up. I had too many fucking
disappointments in my life. Never in
the fucking end of the earth will I
give you up.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. DONNIE'S APARTMENT

Donnie holds the Nagra in his hand. The SOUNDS of the murder
as it plays...

BOOBIE (O.S.)
(on tape)
Help me...

Then the CRUNCH as Donnie tackles him. Donnie rips the tape
out of the Nagra, throws it in the sink. BURNS it.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. THE MOTION LOUNGE

Donnie watches "The Today Show" on the TV over the bar. The
guys plan gin.

JOHN PALMER (O.S.)
...In other news an FBI sting has
resulted in the arrests of over 100
state and Federal officials...

ON THE SCREEN

Surveillance images of FBI "SHEIKS" dressed in flowing
caftans... Then the image cuts to VIDEO of the same "sheiks"
partying with CONGRESSMEN on a docked YACHT...

PALMER (O.S.)
...Known as ABSCAM, it was the largest
such operation in the Bureau's
history...

Donnie peers more closely at the TV.

CLOSE ON -- THE STERN

with the name "The Left Hand" emblazoned on it.

SONNY
Donnie, pull up a chair.

Donnie takes a last look at the TV. Joins Sonny, Nicky and
Lefty at the card table as Nicky shuffles the cards.

NICKY
(to Donnie)
You know how to keep score?

A moment of recognition that BOOBIE'S GONE.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. PISTONE HOME

Donnie mows the grass. Row after precise row. RAKES the
clippings into identical, evenly spaced PILES. Fills up TRASH
BAGS, piles them neatly on the curb.

IN THE DRIVEWAY

A STATION WAGON parked next to Maggie's CORVETTE. Donnie
notices that the station wagon is filthy. RUNS a finger
through the dirt on the hood.

DONNIE CLEANS

the pile of TRASH in the well of the car -- McDonald's
wrappers, Tampax wrappers, a copy of Mademoiselle, a lipstick,
a basketball... DUMPS it. Pulls out the ASHTRAY. Something
that makes him suspicious...

DONNIE RUBS THE ASHES

between his fingers. RECOGNITION... He DIGS into the space
between the seats. Finds a quarter. A paper clip. And then:

A SEED

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. PISTONE HOME

Terry stumbles down the stairs in her bathrobe, half-asleep.
She hears Donnie CRASH inside, and something tells her it's
about her.

ABOUT FACE into the bathroom...

IN THE LIVING ROOM

Donnie hears the bathroom door upstairs CLICK, locked. Turns
as Maggie enters from the kitchen.

DONNIE
Where's Terry? She still asleep?

MAGGIE
I think so. What's the matter?

DONNIE
Asleep. Perfect. Asleep at 12 noon.
It all fits the profile.

MAGGIE
What profile? Joe, you're scaring
me.

DONNIE
The twelve warning signs. Our daughter
Terry is a drug user.

INSIDE THE BATHROOM

Terry listens by the door.

TERRY
Shit.

BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM

as Donnie counts off the "warning signs" of drug addiction.

DONNIE
Oversleeping. Short attention span.
Hostility to authority. Binge eating --

MAGGIE
That would apply to every teenager
in America.

DONNIE
Don't tell me my business. Do you
know what this is?

He holds out the marijuana seed. Maggie peers at it.

DONNIE
This is a marijuana seed.

MAGGIE
Where did you find that?

DONNIE
Maggie, I am an FBI agent. That's
who I am. I am out there risking my
life, 18, 20 hours a day, weekends,
Christmas --

MAGGIE
You don't have to tell me, Joe.

DONNIE
Well, what do you think I'm doing it
for? I am spending my life to put
away the guys that make money off
this shit, and I'm damned to hell if
I'm gonna have it in my house.

MAGGIE
You know, Jules called me this week.
Do you know they're looking for you?

DONNIE
Don't change the subject.

MAGGIE
I'm not changing the subject. You're
the subject, Joe. You're becoming
like them.

DONNIE
I'm not the fucking pothead.

MAGGIE
You don't see it.

Donnie turns, heads up the stairs, Maggie following.

DONNIE
Geddadaheah. Go weigh yourself or
something. Sleeping Beauty and I are
going out to the woodshed.

MAGGIE
In my next life I'm gonna marry a
Jewish doctor.

DONNIE
In the fucking car that I make the
payments on, in the fucking driveway
of the house that I pay the fucking
mortgage on -- a goddam marijuana
seed --

MAGGIE
(defiant)
How do you know it isn't mine?

Donnie stops a beat. RAGE drumming up inside him, rage that
CRESCENDOES as he

SMACKS HER BACKHAND

She looks up at him. Not hurt. But devastated. Donnie moves
to comfort her, to apologize... Maggie SMACKS HIM BACK.

Then storms out of the house. Donnie BROODS, looks up to the
landing as Sherry and Kerry come out from their rooms. From
outside, SOUNDS of Maggie as she SLAMS into her Corvette and
zooms out of the driveway, engine ROARING and tires
SQUEALING...

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. DAY. HOSPITAL

Donnie BANGS through swinging doors, past ORDERLIES in white
coats, his face tight with anxiety, his skin green in the
cold fluorescent light.

AT THE DESK

He bulls past two waiting GUESTS, accosts the NURSE.

DONNIE
I'm looking for my wife. Mrs.
Anderson. Maggie Anderson. She was
in an accident? I'm her husband.

The Nurse gives him a form on a clipboard.

NURSE
Here you go. You're Mr. Anderson?

DONNIE
Where is she?

NURSE
Only the immediate family is allowed
in ICU. Do you have a driver's
license?

He gives her his driver's license.

DONNIE
Is she okay?

NURSE
Excuse me. This says, 'Donald Brasco'.

DONNIE
Christ. Let me just see her. She'll
tell you who I am.

NURSE
We can't do that.

DONNIE
If I could see her we could clear
this whole thing up.

NURSE
I'm sorry, sir. We need proof of ID.

DONNIE
I need ID to see my fucking wife?
I'm her husband! Who the fuck else
would I be?

A DOCTOR, cold-blooded, 30s, arrives.

DOCTOR
Mr. Anderson?

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. X-RAY ROOM

The DOCTOR shows Donnie the X-rays.

DOCTOR
Collapsed lung. Broken wrist,
collarbone. Multiple lacerations
from the glass. The most serious
injury was from her contact lenses --
they smashed into her corneas. They're
torn up pretty badly. She may lose
an eye.

DONNIE
Can't I see her?

DOCTOR
We'll see if she stabilizes in a
couple of hours.

CUT TO:

EXT. LATER. WAITING ROOM

Donnie sits, anxious. The girls sit alongside him.

KERRY
We had a family meeting, Dad. You
have to quit.

DONNIE
Look, Mom's gonna be okay.

TERRY
This isn't a democracy. This is a
dictatorship.

KERRY
A dictatorship of us.

DONNIE
I know how you're feeling. But it's
just --

SHERRY
Just another six months.

DONNIE
Maybe just a few more weeks.

KERRY
Forget it, Dad. It's the job or us.

TERRY
End of discussion.

Kerry stares him down. Terry looks away. Donnie puts his arm
around her. She shrugs it off.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. INTENSIVE CARE

Maggie lies in bed, eyes BANDAGED, her face a web of GASHES.
Wrist in a cast. A thick TUBE runs from a LUNG MACHINE into
her mouth.

Donnie takes her hand. She holds his HARD.

DONNIE
The doctor says you're gonna be okay.
We just have to get you into
rehabilitation as soon as we can.
You'll be as good as new before you
know it.

The lung machine whirs and wheezes...

DONNIE
Maggie, listen to me, Maggie, because
this is what it is. The minute I
come out from under all these guys
I'm with, they will all be killed --
because of me. Because they trusted
me.
(beat)
I gotta go back.

Maggie pulls her hand back. Turns away from him. He can tell
she's not buying...

DONNIE
I have a chance here to become a
made guy -- an FBI agent a made guy
in the Mafia. It's gonna happen the
end of the year. And then I'll come
out. Then it'll all be over. You'll
have me for the rest of your life.

Maggie waves him away. Turns away from him. A NURSE enters
and Donnie, with sadness but no regrets, exits.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. LAGUARDIA AIRPORT

Donnie dials at a pay phone, cradles the receiver while it
rings.

DONNIE
Louise? It's Donnie.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. LEFTY'S APARTMENT

Louise on the phone in the kitchen.

LOUISE
What is it -- Tuesday? I haven't
seen him since Sunday. I thought he
was with you.

CUT TO:

INT. SAME TIME. AIRPORT

Donnie pumps a quarter into the pay phone. Bursey picks up
at the other end.

BURSEY (O.S.)
Hello, Bursey.

DONNIE
Look, I think that sitdown's tonight.
I can't find Lefty.

BURSEY (O.S.)
Why didn't you go?

DONNIE
Only made guys can go to a sitdown.

BURSEY (O.S.)
So what do you want me to do?

DONNIE
I don't know. Listen to me -- I'm
worried.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. BIG TRIN'S HOUSE

Big Trin drives Philly Lucky, Sonny Red and Anthony Bruno in
his big Lincoln.

SONNY RED
All my fucking life I hadda be Sonny
Red. Sonny Red and Sonny Black. I
got upped. Then he got upped. Finally
the night has come. Tomorrow morning
I can just be 'Sonny'. Not Red. The
one and only. 'Sonny'.

BRUNO
Where you got the guns?

BIG TRIN
Relax. They're in the basement.

BRUNO
The basement of your house?

BIG TRIN
Hey, Sonny, my jacket's losing its
crease. Will you tell your kid to
stop breathing on me?

BRUNO
I wanna get there in time to set up.

Big Trin pulls into his driveway.

SONNY RED
The sitdown's in two hours. I waited
my whole life, Bruno, you can wait
two hours.

They climb out of the car. Philly Lucky stays put.

BIG TRIN
What the hell's wrong with you?

PHILLY LUCKY
I ain't going in your fucking
basement. You got spiders all over
that basement.

BIG TRIN
He's scared of spiders. What a piece
of work.

PHILLY LUCKY
Leave me the keys. I wanna play the
radio.

Big Trin flips him the keys.

TWO WOODEN DOORS

alongside the house, leading down into the basement. With a
groan, Big Trin bends, pulls them open. Flips a LIGHT SWITCH.
On. Off.

Nothing.

BIG TRIN
Shit. Bulb must be out. Watch your
step.

Sonny Red and Anthony Bruno follow him down...

INSIDE THE CAR

Philly Lucky starts the car. Turns on the radio. Frank Sinatra
sings "Nice Work If You Can Get It." And PULLS AWAY.

DOWN THE STAIRS

go Big Trin, Sonny Red and Anthony Bruno, down into the dark,
damp concrete and sawdust in their nostrils.

BIG TRIN
Where's that fucking flashlight?

BANG!

and the flash of a SHOTGUN firing. BANG! BANG! as shotguns
EXPLODE. By the light of the flashes we see Sonny, Lefty and
Nicky. BANG! And another flash. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Then a pause. Nicky reaches up, screws in the light bulb.
Lights on. Revealing the blasted corpses of Sonny Red and
Big Trin...

BRUNO

jumps out from behind a cabinet, RUNS out the door. Sonny
wheels, FIRES. The stairs SPLINTER as the blast lands just
under Bruno's escaping feet. Lefty moves to chase him.

SONNY
Fuggedaboudit, Left. We'll give the
contract to Donnie.

Nicky takes out a Hefty bag and a long-bladed BUTCHER KNIFE...
Sets to carving up the bodies...

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. DONNIE'S APARTMENT

Carrying his mail, Donnie enters a DARK room. MOONLIGHT
filters through the blinds. He closes the door. Flips the
light switch.

NOTHING

Instantly, he falls into a fighting crouch, knife at the
ready. His hand trembles with adrenaline. He moves with his
back to the wall, straining to see into the black room.

TO THE KITCHEN

He pivots in a combat stance -- nobody. Then pivots again.
His free hand fumbles in the kitchen drawer. Finds a
FLASHLIGHT. The beam SWEEPS across the room. Donnie moves on
cat feet to the bathroom.

The shower curtains drawn shut. Donnie tears them back,
THRUSTS the knife... Into air.

Donnie thinks a beat. Snaps the flashlight back on. Riffles
through his mail. Rips open

THE ELECTRIC BILL

reads by the light of the flashlight DISCONNECT NOTICE: NON-
PAYMENT OF BILL.

Donnie, a dimly-seen dervish of RAGE... He hurls the
flashlight... Throws a chair and it SPLINTERS... Grabs the
bar from his weight bench and starts to swing...

SMASH!

and an electric sizzle as the television implodes. Donnie
drops the bar and throws a bookcase to the ground. PUNCHES
at the wall... Again and again and again... Then sags to the
ground... Weeping... Or LAUGHING...

DONNIE
The electric bill... I can't get
over it... The fucking 'B' didn't
pay the fucking electric bill!

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. HOSPITAL

Maggie convalesces -- her wounds have begun to heal and she's
no longer intubated, although her eyes are still bandaged.
Jules enters, sits down beside her. Takes her hand.

JULES
It's Jules, Maggie.

MAGGIE
I could hear your cheap shoes all
the way down the hall.

JULES
How're you feeling?

MAGGIE
Scared. Alone.

JULES
Did you see Joe?

MAGGIE
You mean did Joe see me?

JULES
The 'B' wants him to come out.

MAGGIE
He'll never come out.

JULES
You don't believe the shit that comes
up. I have to argue with them that
he hasn't gone over to the other
side.

MAGGIE
Joe? He wouldn't have the imagination.
I wish he'd become a gangster -- at
least we could pay our frigging bills.

JULES
Maybe you could talk to him.

MAGGIE
Do you know what this is about, Jules?
This is about a promotion.

JULES
I talked to him about that.

MAGGIE
Not from you -- from them. He wants
to be a made guy.

CLOSE ON -- JULES

as he hears this... He knows that this has gone too far.

MAGGIE
For years I tried to figure out what
made Joe tick. And then I finally
figured it out -- there's nothing
ticking. He's got his rules and he's
gonna live by his rules. The job is
the job. Start what you finish. When
he's in the FBI he wants to be the
best and when he's in the Mafia he
wants to be the best -- like it's
all some frigging basketball game.
(disdainfully)
Men.

JULES
Maggie... Maybe this is none of my
business, but --

MAGGIE
Don't worry -- I'm not gonna leave
him. I didn't have him when I had
him. Now that it's almost over I'm
goddamned if I'll let someone else
have him.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. LEFTY'S APARTMENT

Christmas decorations, and a tree. Lefty watches a NATURE
PROGRAM on TV. A leopard moves stealthily...

NARRATOR (O.S.)
...Cloaked by the high grasses of
the African savanna, the stalking
leopard moves stealthily...

Louise enters with Donnie.

LOUISE
Bennie, Donnie's here.

NARRATOR (O.S.)
...Separated from the herd, the
gazelle senses danger...

Lefty RAPT in his easy chair...

LEFTY
Bennie loves animals.

ON THE SCREEN

The leopard charges... Teeth tear at the gazelle... And soon
the leopard and her family feed on a bloody carcass.

NARRATOR (O.S.)
...Hunter and hunted, predator and
prey -- the endless cycle of nature,
repeated once again...

LEFTY
Mino! You see that?

LOUISE
I'll be inside if you need me.

LEFTY
We're going out, Louise.

Louise exits inside. SATISFIED, Lefty snaps off the show
with his REMOTE CONTROL. Turns to Donnie.

LEFTY
They found Bruno. He's shacking up
with a broad down City Island. On a
boat.

He opens up a drawer. Takes out a GUN. Loads it with
bullets...

LEFTY
You know what this means, don't you?
You're gonna get straightened out.
You become a made guy, Donnie, you
can lie, you can cheat, you can steal,
you can whack out whoever you want
and it's all completely legitimate.
Being a made guy's the greatest thing
in the world.

Lefty reaches into the drawer. Hands another gun to Donnie.

CLOSE ON -- DONNIE

as he looks at the gun in his hand.

CUT TO:

EXT. NIGHT. MARINA — CITY ISLAND

Donnie and Lefty sit and wait in Donnie's Cadillac. Lefty
smokes.

DONNIE
Maybe he ain't gonna show.

LEFTY
He'll show.

DONNIE
I' m just saying -- maybe we should
forget about it, pop him tomorrow
night.

LEFTY
We can't pop him tomorrow night, for
your information. Tomorrow night we
got the wake for Big Trin.

DONNIE
I forgot.

LEFTY
Fuggedaboudit -- it's better this
way anyway. Wait when nobody's around.

DONNIE'S POV

of the deserted marina...

DONNIE
That's some boat this broad has.

LEFTY
Fuggedaboudit. There's one thing I
know, it's boats.

DONNIE
What is that -- a hundred grand?

LEFTY
Donnie -- Where'd you get that boat
down in Florida?

DONNIE
I told you. That was this girl I
used to see down there, it's her
brother's.

LEFTY
What's her name?

DONNIE
Florence.

LEFTY
Florence what?

DONNIE'S POV

In the distance, a TRANS AM pulls up near the boat they're
watching, Bruno emerges. Locks his car. Climbs onto the
boat...

DONNIE
C'mon, that's him.

LEFTY
Florence what, Donnie?

DONNIE
Hey, Left -- what do you care,
Florence what? Florence Italy.

LEFTY
Donnie -- why do you want to lie to
me, Donnie? Did I ever lie to you
once all these years about the time
of day?

DONNIE
I'm not lying.

LEFTY
How many fucking times did I have
you over for dinner at my fucking
house? You fucking rat bastard --

DONNIE
Hey, Left -- that's the problem? Are
we gonna whack this guy or what?

LEFTY
I went on the fucking record with
you, Donnie. You could walk on the
street and punch any man in the mouth
because I stood up for you.

DONNIE
What is the fucking problem?

Lefty reaches in his pocket. A piece of paper, folded, torn
from "Newsweek". The headline:

ABSCAM: FBI 'SHEIKS' STING CORRUPT LAWMAKERS

Beneath the headline, a PHOTO of the "sheiks" partying on a
yacht -- "THE LEFT HAND". Donnie looks up from the article.
Sees

A GUN

in Lefty's hand.

LEFTY
That's a fucking Federal boat, Donnie.
That's our boat.

DONNIE
Hold on a minute, Left. The boat
with Trafficante? That ain't the
same boat.

LEFTY
Don't tell me that ain't the same
boat, Donnie! That's a fucking Federal
boat! That's a Taiwan-made boat,
there's only five like that in the
world.

DONNIE
I really don't think that's the same
boat, Left.

LEFTY
Lookit that. You see that? 'The Left
Hand.' That's like my name.

DONNIE
Maybe her brother's a fucking agent.
How would I know? I thought he was
in real estate.

LEFTY
Ain't the question, Donnie. You still
ain't answered me why we're fucking
on a fucking Federal fucking boat!

DONNIE
You're right, Left. I'm a fucking
rat.

LEFTY
You're a rat?

DONNIE
I met your girls. I talked to Tommy
for you I don't know how many fucking
times. I don't know how many times I
had dinner with you and Louise. I
lived with you, Left -- partners.
Five fucking years, I ever had a
hundred bucks in my pocket, I gave
you half. And the whole time I was a
fucking rat. You're right.

LEFTY
Donnie -- did I say you was a rat,
Donnie?

DONNIE
You'd have to be the biggest fucking
mutt in the history of the Mafia.

LEFTY
You fucking laxed, Donnie. Don't get
on your high horses.

DONNIE'S POV

as Bruno emerges from the boat. Lights a cigarette. Looks
around,

DONNIE
Shit. He's up again.

LEFTY
How the fuck am I supposed to explain
this to Sonny?

DONNIE
You ask me it's the funniest fucking
thing in the world. Those fucking
agents could scam Senators and
Congressmen and meanwhile we had a
party on their boat and they didn't
get a fucking thing on us. Sonny'll
laugh his ass off.

LEFTY
Where is the joke, Donnie?

DONNIE
We outsmarted the agents. We got a
higher I.Q. than the fucking
Congressmen.

LEFTY
You got so many black marks on you
now, Donnie, a fucking Einstein
couldn't count them.

DONNIE
What black marks?

LEFTY
That time with the luggage and, uh,
uh... the other time.

DONNIE
Are we gonna whack this fucking guy
or not?

LEFTY
I ain't no fucking mutt, Donnie.

Donnie checks the action on his gun...

DONNIE
How the fuck did I know it was a
fucking Federal boat?

LEFTY
I die wit'cha. I'm your best friend,
Donnie.

Donnie opens the door, climbs out, gun in hand.

DONNIE
That's right, Left -- you're my best
friend.

"Your best friend is the one who kills you." Donnie FREEZES.
Lefty looks at him.

LEFTY'S GUN

pointed at Donnie's back... As his finger moves toward the
trigger.

Then suddenly --

LIGHT EXPLODES

from police cherrytops... SWARMS of FBI MEN in blue
windbreakers with big white letters -- "FBI" -- descend on
the car, guns drawn. They GRAB Donnie and Lefty. Jules hustles
Donnie away.

LEFTY
(calling)
Donnie, don't say nothing. Don't say
nothing to them.

JULES
Congratulations. It's over, Joe.

DONNIE
What do you mean, it's over?

JULES
You're coming out.

DONNIE
What the fuck? Nobody --. I'm not
coming out.

JULES
It's over, Joe.

DONNIE
It's not over. I'm too close!

Donnie starts to run. FBI MEN are on top of him, wrestling
him down.

Donnie STRUGGLES, exchanges a look with Lefty as he's dragged
away.

LEFTY
Donnie, don't say nothing!

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

PHOTOS OF DONNIE

at the FBI Academy at Quantico, then with Berada, LeBow and
other FBI MEN, as Marshall and Jules show them to Sonny,
Nicky and Boobie.

MARSHALL
You know this guy as Donnie Brasco.
He's an FBI agent. We just wanted to
tell you.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAY. MOTION LOUNGE

Sonny, Nicky, Lefty, Legs and Philly Lucky watch as the FBI
men drive off. They stand on the street corner -- DEATH and
disbelief written in their faces.

SONNY
You believe that fucking guy? There's
no fucking way Donnie could be an
agent.

NICKY
The culliones on him, bluffing us
like that.

LEGS
You think they got him?

ON A ROOFTOP

A TECH TEAM aims a PARABOLIC MICROPHONE and a TELEPHOTO LENS.
The whir of an autowinder and a FREEZE FRAME as they stand
outside.

SONNY
No way he could be an agent.

LEGS
Nowadays they can doctor a picture
any fucking way they want.

PHILLY LUCKY
It still don't explain that boat.

NICKY
Fuggedaboudit, Philly.

Lefty listens. Says nothing. He knows the truth. ZZZH! And
another FREEZE FRAME.

SONNY
That boat was a set-up. Then we think
Donnie's a rat and we get scared and
fuggedaboudit.

NICKY
Maybe they brainwashed him. Like in
that movie, with Sinatra?

ZZZH! ANOTHER SHOT. ZZZH!

PHILLY LUCKY
They say he's an agent, I say he's a
fucking agent.

SONNY
You're talking through your ass.

NICKY
You didn't know him.

SONNY
You didn't know Donnie, Philly.

CLOSE ON -- LEFTY

as he listens. Says nothing.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHT. LEFTY'S APARTMENT

Lefty sits, BROODS, watches TV. The phone rings.

LEFTY
Hello?
(listens)
Yeah, okay, Nicky. Okay.

He hangs up. Thinks a beat. As he looks into his open grave...
Takes off his GOLD WATCH, sticks it in a drawer. Then the
CROSS he wears around his neck. The KEYS to his Cadillac.
Closes the drawer as Louise enters.

LOUISE
Who was that?

LEFTY
Nicky. I'm going out.

He gives Louise a kiss.

LEFTY
Don't wait up for me.

LEFTY
Donnie calls, tell him if it was
gonna be anyone, I'm glad it was
him.

CUT TO:

INT. DAY. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Donnie sits at his desk, preparing his testimony. Marshall
drops some SURVEILLANCE PHOTOS off.

MARSHALL
They just took these yesterday.

Donnie picks them up.

DONNIE'S POV

Photos of Lefty's rooftop. As the PIGEON COOPS are dismantled.

JULES

in his office. Donnie ducks in. Jules looks up, sees Donnie
struggle a beat with his emotion. Then the mask descends
again.

DONNIE
You can stop looking for Lefty.

CUT TO:

INT. ANOTHER DAY. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE — MANHATTAN

Under heavy guard, Donnie walks up a back staircase. Up a
marble hallway. Doors open and he enters the courtroom. A
HUSH falls as the MAFIA DEFENDANTS, lined up in the docks --
all faces we've seen earlier, including Sonny, Nicky, Legs,
and Philly Lucky -- turn and look at him.

PROSECUTOR
The government calls Special Agent
Joseph D. Pistone.

CLOSE ON -- DONNIE

as he takes in the proof of his accomplishment. With the
knowledge of what it has cost him.

FREEZE FRAME. A final CRAWL runs over this, The evidence
collected by "Donnie Brasco" led to over 200 indictments.

After testifying. Special Agent Joseph D. Pistone left the
FBI. He lives with his wife under an assumed name in an
undisclosed location.

There is an $500,000 open contract on his head.

The FBI denied him a pension. The IRS assessed him $7,000 in
back taxes and penalties.

FADE TO BLACK:

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