DON'S OFFICE (WINTER 1945) HAGEN has hurried into the Den to get the phone; the OTHERS move in.
HAGEN's on the phone; he writes something down.
SONNY:
One of Tattaglia's people?
HAGEN:
No. Our informer in McCluskey's precinct. Tonight at 8:00 he signed out for Louis' Restaurant in the Bronx. Anyone know it.
TESSIO:
Sure, I do. It's perfect for us.
A small family place with big booths where people can talk in private. Good food. Everybody minds their business. Perfect.
(he moves to the desk and makes a crude drawing) This is the entrance, Mike. When you finish just walk out and turn left, then turn the corner.
Clemenza, you gotta work fast to plant the gun. They got an old- fashioned toilet with a space between the water container and the wall. We can tape the gun behind there.
CLEMENZA:
Mike, they're gonna frisk you in the car. You'll be clean so they won't worry 'bout nothing. In the restaurant, wait and talk a while, and then ask permission to go. See?
Then when you come out, don't waste time; don't sit down...you come out blasting. And don't take chances.
In the head, two shots apiece. And out as fast as your legs can move.
SONNY:
I want somebody very good, very safe to plant that gun. I don't want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hand.
CLEMENZA:
The gun will be there.
SONNY:
(to MICHAEL, warmly) You're on, kid...I'll square it with Mom your not seeing her before you left. And I'll get a message to your girl friend when I think the time is right.
CLEMENZA:
We gotta move...
MICHAEL:
O.K. How long do you think before I can come back?
SONNY:
Probably a year...
HAGEN:
(starting to crack) Jesus, I don't know...
SONNY:
Can you do it Mike?
MICHAEL moves out.
EXT NITE:
CAMELS SIGN (WINTER 1945) The enormous "CAMELS" sign, puffing smoke, below it stands MICHAEL, dressed in a warm overcoat, and wearing the hat CLEMENZA had given him. A long black car pulls around the corner and slows before him. The DRIVER, leaning over, open the front door.
DRIVER:
Get in, Mike.
He does, the car drives off.
EXT NITE:
SOLLOZZO'S CAR (WINTER 1945) Inside the car, SOLLOZZO reaches his hand over the back seat and shakes MIKE's hand.
SOLLOZZO:
I'm glad you came, Mike. I hope we can straighten everything out. All this is terrible, it's not the way I wanted things to happen at all.
