I'll call you cocksucker.
Yeah, I'll call you cocksucker.
I'll call you motherfucker!
Yeah, you're a fucking cocksucker.
-You calling me a cocksucker?
-Yeah, you like that?
-I'm a what?
-Cocksucker.
-I'm a cocksucker?
-You're a cocksucker.
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna kill me over a fucking draft?
-Yeah.
-Let me tell you something.
You'd better fucking kill me.
Because you don't kill me tonight,
I'm gonna come in here,
I'm gonna chop you up and then...
I'll sneak in here and fucking kill you.
Oh yeah, you don't call me cocksucker.
Here.
Oh, yeah, go ahead.
-Cocksucker.
-Go ahead. Take it back.
-Kill me.
-Take it back, Donnie.
Fuck you, I'm getting my own room.
I'll see you tomorrow.
You're not gonna see me tomorrow,
for your information.
I got news for you, Donnie.
You won't see me tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day,
and wise guys don't work on Mother's Day!
You're a cocksucker.
Go ahead!
No!
Give me a break! No!
Are you trying to get me killed
with that fucking suit?
Fucking car. That purple, fucking car.
Don't say the word "plotz."
You understand?
Get in the back.
Wait a minute. I'll be there.
Mr. Trafficante, this is Lefty,
a friend of ours.
I don't know what to say.
To me, this is like a great moment in my life.
It's like meeting Mickey Mantle.
That's the boat I arranged for you,
Mr. Trafficante.
It's got everything.
Got a full bar, any kind of music you want.
You want to make a telephone,
it's got telephones.
-Any questions, you ask me.
-Where's Sonny Black?
-Sonny Black?
-Yeah.
Everybody, out. Come on, baby.
-It's beautiful!
-What did I tell you?
You brought the family.
Hey, Paul, what do you know?
-Nice boat.
-What do you say, Paulie?
Where's Gilligan?
Now, that's what I call a boat.
Yeah, I would be... Yeah.
Here.
Sure, you can operate here.
You got to show a little respect.
Hey! Over here.
I don't even want to look at you.
-You know what the bow is?
-What did I do now?
You stabbed the wrong guy
in the back, my friend.
What are you talking about?
You think I said something to Sonny?
Go to the bow. I'm gonna stay in the stern.
Go to the bow. Stay there.
I'm so disgusted with you, you know that?
-You just said it.
-Just so you know.
-How you doing?
-That Trafficante is something else.
-ls that right? Is he a good old guy?
-Forget about it.
That motherfucker had this all to himself
for 50 fucking years
and it's still a cow town.
This could be like Vegas down here.
Forget about Sonny Red
and his trucks in Jersey.
This is all I want. Florida.
Tell you something. Sonny Red
is freezing his nuts off right now.
That's for sure.
All I need is the start-up money from Rusty
and then we all get rich.
Are we heading
back to New York pretty soon?
Not you. I want you to represent me
down here, Donnie.
I want you to be my man in Florida.
Get that club going. You know, Kings Court.
You didn't think I knew about that, did you?
I think I'll send the lion down here with you.
Keep that big pussy in the parking lot.
You know, Sonny, I really appreciate
the offer and everything,
but I got a lot of things going on
in New York.
-I'd like to keep them...
-Lefty's a dynamite guy. No doubt about it.
He looked after me when I was in the can.
That's something I don't forget,
something that I will never ever forget.
He's a stand-up guy.
He really cares about you, too.
Yeah, I know he does.
The problem is that
you think that he's helping you,
but he's hurting you.
He gets those two or three wines in him...
You know what I'm saying.
I don't want to be
stepping on nobody's toes.
-lf it wasn't for Left, l...
-That's it. Look.
You belong to me now.
That's it.
Mr. Trafficante's leaving.
-You believe that?
-Ulcers, Christ, they're killing me.
Come here.
Santo, this is Donnie.
-He's a friend of ours.
-Hi, Donnie. Nice to meet you.
-This is Donnie.
-Hi, how you doing?
-Give my best to Joe, will you?
-I will.