Donnie Brasco Page #4

-Hi, Sonny.

-Hey, Sonny, how you doing?

Sonny Red.

-Who's this guy?

-This is Donnie, a friend of mine.

Just stand there and look dangerous, friend.

He does look dangerous, don't he?

You gonna make this week's vig? I hope so.

'Cause I don't want to have to come

looking for you. You hear me?

-Come on, Bruno.

-I just sh*t in my pants, right?

It's the boss, Donnie.

Okay, Joe,

the Bureau wants your autograph.

-What's that, you want me to sign it?

-Forget about it.

"Forget about it" is right.

Listen, by the way, they want you to shave

the mustache. Regulations.

How did they even know

about the mustache?

-Did you rat me out?

-I didn't rat you out.

-Show and tell.

-Yeah. Nice.

-What?

-So does he. He wants me to shave.

-Who? Ruggiero?

-Yeah.

Regulations. Here.

You know something?

I got him. I got my hooks in the guy.

Cloaked by the high grasses

of the African Savannah,

the stalking cheetah moves stealthily

towards his prey.

-How you doing?

-You're here for my dad?

Yeah. I'm Donnie.

-Tommy. How are you?

-Good.

-Merry Christmas. Come on in.

-Thanks.

-Benny's watching TV. You met Tommy?

-Yes, we met. Thank you.

Separated from the herd,

the gazelle senses danger.

Benny, Donnie's here.

Too late. The cheetah springs.

Benny loves animals.

-You see that?

-I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.

-Hunter and hunted.

-Look at that.

Predator and prey.

The endless cycle of nature repeated.

I brought this by for you.

It's a little Christmas present.

Yeah, wait a minute. Here.

I'm sorry, Left, but I'm in

a little bit of a rush here, you know? So...

-Merry Christmas.

-Thank you.

That's really nice of you.

Wow. Look at this.

Very generous of you, Donnie.

Thank you. Good boy.

-All right. So, happy holidays.

-Where you going?

-I thought you was an orphan.

-Yeah.

-So what are you gonna do?

-Left, I don't want to spoil your day.

Come on.

No man of mine is gonna be alone

on Christmas. Come on in here.

Come on.

You think I cook

like them goombahs in Brooklyn?

All they know is manicotti.

A hundred years, they'll be eating manicotti.

-You never ate coq au vin?

-No.

There we are.

Can of collagen, can of tomatoes.

-Punch of salt.

-"Punch"?

-Punch. Punch of salt?

-"Punch" or "pinch"?

"Punch," not "pinch."

-Did I say "pinch"?

-No, you said "punch."

Sometimes you don't make

no f***ing sense, Donnie.

-You got all this, Annette?

-I can't cook special like Benny.

Shut up, Annette. Forget about it.

Wherever you go, the best cooks are men.

On Mars, the best cooks are gonna be men.

That's a fact.

Wait till you taste this coq au vin.

It's gonna melt in your mouth,

like Holy Communion.

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