Donnie Brasco Page #2

Left, who's this guy?

-He says it's a fugazy.

-What's a fugazy?

-Your diamond's a fugazy.

-What is a fugazy?

-Come on, you know.

-Don't you tell me what I know.

-You know what you did, pal.

-One of you has got to be wrong.

That's a Tiffany f***ing diamond.

Left, that is my wife's f***ing diamond ring.

It's a fugazy, Left.

You took away your wife's ring?

Look, you bring that ring to any kike

on 47th Street,

he's gonna tell you that that is primo.

You took away your wife's ring

to go bet on the Giants?

Hey, look, you don't want it.

Give it back to me, okay?

-Hey, Left, come on...

-$8,000.

Let me talk to this f***ing guy for a second.

Just give me half a second, would you?

$8,000.

Why don't you go to the bar

and have a drink?

Let me talk to the guy for a minute.

Come on.

Hey, I got a f***ing black belt, pal. So you...

Sh*t!

This guy is going to f***ing kill you.

You understand what I'm saying?

We got about two minutes

to figure a way out of this thing.

-I'm sorry.

-You're sorry? Shut the f*** up.

-Sorry ain't gonna do it.

-I don't want to die.

Yeah?

-What kind of car do you drive?

-A Porsche.

Give me the keys.

All right.

-Whose car is it now?

-It's Lefty's.

Lefty's stuff. All right, good.

That's for the f***ing drinks, pal.

Why'd you pay for that drink, Don?

A wise guy never pays for a drink.

-I didn't know that.

-Always on the arm.

All right.

You scared that guy, though.

That cracks me up.

I got 26 f***ing hits under my belt,

and you're the one he's scared of. F***.

-Pull over.

-What?

Pull over. I've got to do something.

-Right here?

-Yeah. Right here, pull over.

All right. I'm cool.

Come on, give me a hand with this.

Pull this out, pull it.

-You're taking the whole f***ing thing apart.

-You didn't hear nothing under the dash?

-No, I didn't hear a f***ing thing.

-There it is.

I can go right up the back.

What the f*** are you doing down there?

-Just feeling around here.

-You think I got a wire in my car?

-F***!

You think I'm f***ing a f***ing stool pigeon?

Did I say that? Did I say you got a wire?

Say it to my face, if you're gonna do this.

Nothing for nothing,

but I think you owe me an apology.

Ain't the question. I lost a screwdriver here.

-You lost a what?

-The screwdriver fell down there.

Come on. You lost a screwdriver

in my f***ing stereo?

You'll find it again. It's down there.

-So you like the DeVille?

-Forget about it.

Yeah. I got the Fleetwood Brougham.

-ls that right? With the velour?

-Forget about it.

-Are you married?

-No.

-I got a girl out there in California.

-That's good.

She should stay in California.

Keep your eye out for your balls.

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