Me too. You were too young to know about it. You better wait outside; there're some things you shouldn't hear.
MICHAEL:
I can help you out...
SONNY:
Oh no you can't, the old man'd be sore as hell if I let you get mixed up in this.
MICHAEL:
Jesus Christ, he's my father, Sonny.
SONNY:
Theresa.
She understands, and leaves them alone.
SONNY:
All right, Mikey...who do we have to hit, Clemenza or Paulie?
MICHAEL:
What?
SONNY:
One of them fingered the old man.
MICHAEL didn't realize that the men waiting outside were on trial for their lives.
MICHAEL:
Clemenza? No, I don't believe it.
SONNY:
You're right, kid, Clemenza is okay.
It was Paulie.
MICHAEL:
How can you be sure?
SONNY:
On the three days Paulie was sick this month, he got calls from a payphone across from the old man's building. We got people in the phone company.
(he shrugs) Thank God it was Paulie...we'll need Clemenza bad.
MICHAEL is just realizing the gravity and extent of the situation.
MICHAEL:
Is it going to be all-out war, like last time?
SONNY:
Until the old man tells me different.
MICHAEL:
Then wait, Sonny. Talk to Pop.
SONNY:
Sollozzo is a dead man, I don't care what it costs. I don't care if we have to fight all the five families in New York. The Tattaglia family's going to eat dirt. I don't care if we all go down together.
MICHAEL:
(softly) That's not how Pop would have played it.
SONNY:
I know I'm not the man he was. But I'll tell you this and he'll tell you too. When it comes to real action, I can operate as good as anybody short range.
