Outside, we HEAR THERESA cry out, almost a scream of relief.
Then open the door and rush out.
Everyone is standing:
in the doorway, TOM HAGEN is wrapped in a tight embrace with his WIFE.
HAGEN:
If I plead before the Supreme Court, I'll never do better than I did tonight with that Turk.
EXT NITE:
MALL, FEATURING DON'S HOUSE (WINTER 1945) The windows of the main house are dark except for the DON's study. It stands out against the cold, dark night.
INT NITE:
DON'S LIVING ROOM (WINTER 1945) The living room is empty, save for PAULIE GATTO sitting on the edge of the sofa. The clock reads: 4:00 a.m.
INT NITE:
DON'S OFFICE (WINTER 1945) SONNY, MICHAEL, HAGEN, CLEMENZA and TESSIO; all exhausted, in shirtsleeves, about to fall asleep. It is four in the morning; there is evidence of many cups of coffee and many snacks. They can barely talk anymore.
HAGEN:
Is the hospital covered?
SONNY:
The cops have it locked in and I got my people there visiting Pop all the time. What about the hit list.
HAGEN widens his sleepy eyes, and looks at the yellow pad.
HAGEN:
Too much, too far, too personal.
The Don would consider this all purely a business dispute: Get rid of Sollozzo, and everything falls in line. YOU don't have to go after the Tattaglias.
CLEMENZA nods.
HAGEN:
What about Luca? Sollozzo didn't seem worried about Luca. That worries me.
SONNY:
If Luca sold out we're in real trouble.
HAGEN:
Has anyone been able to get in touch with him?
SONNY:
No, and I've been calling all night.
Maybe he's shacked up.
HAGEN:
Luca never sleeps over with a broad.
He always goes home when he's through. Mike, keep ringing Luca's number.
MICHAEL, very tired, picks up the phone, and dials the number once again. He can hear the phone ringing on the other end but no one answers. Then hangs up.
HAGEN:
Keep trying every fifteen minutes.
(exhausted)
SONNY:
Tom, you're the Consigliere, what do we do if the old man dies?
