don't have one anymore.
What? You gonna leave me?
You gonna leave me, Maggie?
You don't leave me.
-Hello.
-Hey, Annette.
Donnie.
-What's the matter?
-Where are you?
I'm in New York. I had to come back. Why?
-It's Tommy.
-Why, what's going on? What happened?
Can you give your sister
some vegetables, honey? Thank you.
Not with your fingers, sweetie.
What else do you need?
We did fractions with Miss Greenberg today
in class, you know?
Did you? Fractions?
-I got my test back and I got a 95.
-Of course you did.
-What's going on?
-Donnie, what are you doing here?
You belong in Florida.
I checked in with Annette
and she said something...
-You called her from Florida?
-I was up here. I had a few things to care of.
You got to go back. Come on.
What happened to him?
Is he gonna be all right?
Do I know?
They got 12 fucking diplomas on the wall,
and they can't tell you a fucking thing.
Forget about it.
Tommy gets out of this fucking Bellevue,
he's going right back to fucking up.
-What did he do? Did he overdose?
-That ain't the question.
A plastic pipe in his mouth.
About five million tubes.
They have a machine breathing for him.
Where's the fucking doctor?
You want me to go talk to this guy for you?
Talk to the doctor?
You gonna break his legs?
I'm saying, you want me to do something?
I'm here.
I want you to go back down to Florida.
You belong to Sonny now. Believe me.
I came here to be with you.
I want to help you out.
-You're my man. I'm here for you.
-I don't want you here, Donnie.
You and Tommy is both
peas in a fucking pod. You don't listen.
You got your own ideas.
You do what you want to do
up on your high horses. Everything's a joke.
You go to La Guardia and you get back.
-Get back to Florida. Get on a plane.
-I ain't going.
-Forget about it.
-Go on!
I'm gonna stay here with you.
You want to kick the shit out of me?
I'm gonna be right here. All right?
Twenty eight years.
You can read it on his birth certificate.
Bellevue Hospital. Now he's back, in there.
And I'm out here,
worried to my fucking death.
And he's asleep in there,
same as 28 years ago
with the same expression.
He's made no progress.
He ain't got no fucking respect.
He's my son.
His heart stopped like a watch.
That's what the doctor said.
Just like a watch.
They had to wind it back up.
Who knows? Maybe next time,
they can't.
He's gonna be all right. He'll be all right.
I love you, Donnie.
Hey, Joe.
What?
You know the U.S. government?
Yeah.
The U.S. government you swore an oath
and dedicated your life to?
Yeah. Why?
We got audited.
Hey, let's make a toast to Sonny, huh?
To Sonny and our new Florida business.
Hey, Sonny, how you doing?
-What's going on, Red?
-You know the boys.
I hear you was in Florida.
Yeah, it's nice down there. Take the sun.
You got friends down there?
Everybody's nice down there.
The people, they're very friendly down there.
Nice color.
Thank you.
I'm not talking to the Bureau.
There is no Bureau.
There's a bunch of assholes
and the l.R.S. is another bunch of assholes.
So what I'm asking you to do
is to place a phone call, asshole to asshole.
-Please calm down.
-You want me to calm down?
You tell this fucking auditor
that I'm coming to D.C.
and I'm gonna whip the shit out of him
with his calculator, you understand?
Let's face it, bud,
they don't audit you for...
Okay, I'm gonna hang up now.
Wait, I'm a GS-15. You can't...
Fucking cocksucker.
All right!
How you doing, Nicky?
Hey, Sonny!
Look at this place. It's unbelievable.
-Beautiful.
-I feel lucky tonight.
Look at it. Opening night.
This place is a goddamn palace,
for Christ's sake.
Terrific, Sonny. I love it.
-It's a fucking palace!
-How you doing?
How you doing? Having fun?
Let's try another one. Again.
I like it.
I like it bigtime.
-I need a steak, medium rare.
-Couple bowls of chili, extra hot.
Okay, Donnie, this is the take.
-Put this bag someplace safe.