Find out anything you can...you got a Grand coming.
(click) SONNY cradles the phone. An incredible rage builds up in him, his face actually turning red. He would like to rip the phone to pieces in his bare hands. Then he controls it.
Quickly, he dials another number.
SONNY:
Theresa, let me talk to Tom. Not yet? Have him call me as soon as he gets home.
He hangs up.
SANDRA (O.S.) Sonny? Sonny, who is it?
(she enters the room) What is it?
SONNY:
(calmly) They shot the old man.
SANDRA:
Oh God...
SONNY:
Honey...don't worry. Nothing else is going to happen.
There is a POUNDING on the door. A BABY starts crying.
SANDRA:
(really frightened) SONNY?
SONNY reaches into a cabinet drawer, takes out a gun, and moves quickly. He opens the front door quickly. It is CLEMENZA. He enters, SONNY closes the door. SANDRA goes to look after the baby.
CLEMENZA:
(excited) You heard about your father?
SONNY:
Yeah.
CLEMENZA:
The word is out in the streets that he's dead.
SONNY:
Where the hell was Paulie, why wasn't he with the Don?
CLEMENZA:
Paulie's been a little sick all winter...he was home.
SONNY:
How many times did he stay home the last couple of months?
CLEMENZA:
Maybe three, four times. I always asked Freddie if he wanted another bodyguard, but he said no. Things have been so smooth the last ten years...
SONNY:
Go get Paulie, I don't care how sick he is. Pick him up yourself, and bring him to my father's house.
CLEMENZA:
That's all? Don't you want me to send some people over here?
SONNY:
No, just you and Paulie.
CLEMENZA leaves; SONNY moves to SANDRA, who sits on the couch weeping quietly, comforting her BABY.
SONNY:
A couple of our people will come to stay here. Do whatever they say; I'm going over to the main house.
