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I thought I got all you Guinea hoods locked up!

What the hell are you doing here?

What happened to the men who were guarding my father?

Why, you little punk!

What the hell are you doing telling me my business!

I pulled them guys offa here, eh.

Now you get outta here and stay away from this hospital!

I’m not moving until you put some guys around my father’s room.

Phil, take him in!

The kid’s clean, Captain.

He’s a war hero. He’s never been…

God damn it. I said take him in!

What’s The Turk paying you to set up my father, Captain?

Take a hold of him. Stand him up.

Stand him up straight.

I’m the attorney for the Corleone family.

These men are private detectives hired to protect Vito Corleone.

They’re licensed to carry firearms.

If you interfere, you’ll have to appear before the judge in the morning and show cause.

All right. Let him go.

Come on.

What’s with all the new faces?

We’ll need them now.

After the hospital thing, Sonny got mad.

We hit Bruno Tattaglia four o’clock this morning.

Jesus Christ.

Looks like a fortress around here.

Tamaduch! Hey…

A 100 buttonmen on the street 24 hours a day.

That Turk shows one hair on his ass, he’s dead.

Hey, Mike, come here. Let me look at you.

You’re beautiful, beautiful. You’re gorgeous.

Hey, listen to this.

The Turk, he wants to talk!

Imagine the nerve of the son-of-a-bitch, eh?

Craps all last night. He wants a meeting today.

What did he say?

What did he say…

He wants us to send Michael to hear the proposition.

And he promises that the deal is too good to refuse.

Eh? What about Bruno Tattaglia?

That’s part of the deal.

Bruno cancels out what they did to my Father.

Sonny, we ought to hear what they have to say.

No. No. No more! Not this time, Consigliere.

No more meetings, no more discussions, no more or Sollozzo tricks.

You give them one message. I want Sollozzo,

or then it’s all out war, we go to …

The other families won’t sit still…

They hand me Sollozzo!

I don’t want to hear this! This is business, not personal!

They shot my father…

Even the issue with your father was business, not personal, Sonny.

Well, then business will have to suffer, all right?

And listen, do me a favor, Tom.

No more advice on how to patch things up.

Just help me win, please, all right?

I found out about this Captain McCluskey, who broke Mike’s jaw.

What about him?

He’s definitely on Sollozzo’s payroll, and for big money.

See?

McCluskey has agreed to be The Turk’s bodyguard.

What you have to understand, Sonny,

is that while Sollozzo is being guarded like this, he’s invulnerable.

Nobody has ever gunned down a New York police captain. Never.

It would be disastrous. All the five families would come after you, Sonny.

The Corleone family would be outcasts!

Even the old man’s political protection would run for cover.

So, do me a favor. Take this into consideration.

All right, we’ll wait.

We can’t wait. We can’t wait.

I don’t care what Sollozzo says, about a deal,

he’s going to kill Pop. That’’s it.

That’s the key for him. We’ve got to get Sollozzo.

Mike is right.

Let me ask you something. I mean…

What about this McCluskey, eh?

What do we do with this cop here?

They want to have a meeting with me, right?

It will be me, McCluskey and Sollozzo.

Let’s set the meeting.

Get our informers to find out where it’s going to be held.

Now we insist it’s a public place. A bar, a restaurant.

Some place where there’s people, so I feel safe.

They’re gonna search me when I meet them, right?

So I can’t have a weapon on me then.

But if Clemenza can figure way to have a weapon planted there for me

then I’ll kill them both.

Hey.

What are you gonna do?

Nice college boy, huh? Didn’t want to get mixed up in the family business.

Now you want to gun down a police captain,

why, because he slapped you in the face a little bit, huh?

What do you think, this is the army where you shoot them a mile away?

You got to get close like this, bada bing!

You blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit.

Come here. You’re taking this very personal.

Tom, this is business, and this man is taking it very, very personal.

Where does it say you can’t kill a cop?

Come on, Mikey…

Tom, wait a minute. I’m talking about a cop that’s mixed up in drugs.

I’‘m talking about a dishonest cop.

A crooked cop who got mixed up in the rackets and got what was coming to him.

That’s a terrific story. We have newspaper people on the payroll,

don’t we, Tom?

They might like a story like that.

They might. They just might.

It’s not personal, Sonny. It’s strictly business.

It’’s as cold as they come.

Impossible to trace, so you don’t worry about prints, Mike.

I put a special tape on the trigger and the butt.

Here. Try it.

What’s the matter? Is the trigger too tight?

I don’t know. My ears!

Yeah, I left it noisy.

That way it scares away any pain-in-the-ass innocent bystanders away.

All right. You’ve shot them both. Now what do you do?

Sit down, finish my dinner.

Come on, kid. Don’t fool around.

Just let your hand drop to your side and let the gun slip out.

Everybody will still think you’ve got it.

They’re gonna be staring at your face, Mike,

so walk out of the place real fast, but you don’t run.

Don’t look nobody directly in the eye,

but don’t look away either.

Hey, they’re gonna be scared stiff of you, believe me,

so don’t worry about nothing.

You know, you’re gonna turn out all right.

You’ll take a vacation, nobody knows where,

and we’re gonna catch the hell.

How bad do you think it’s gonna be?

Pretty goddamn bad.

Probably all the other families will line up against us.

But it’s all right. These things have to happen every five years or so.

Ten years…

How else do you get rid of the bad blood.

Been 10 years since the last one.

You know, you got to stop them at the beginning.

Like they should have stopped Hitler in Munich.

They should’ve never let him get away with that.

They were just asking for big trouble.

You know, Mike, we was all proud of you. Being a hero and all.

Your father too.