I want to settle things tonight. I want my father left alone.
SOLLOZZO:
He won't be; I swear to you be my children he won't be. Just keep an open mind when we talk. I hope you're not a hothead like your brother, Sonny. It's impossible to talk business with him.
McCLUSKEY grunts.
MCCLUSKEY:
He's a good kid. He's all right.
Turn around, up on your knees, facing me.
He gives MICHAEL a thorough frisk.
MCCLUSKEY:
I'm sorry about the other night Mike. I'm getting too old for my job, too grouchy. Can't stand the aggravation. You know how it is.
He's clean.
EXT NITE:
SOLLOZZO'S CAR - WEST SIDE HIGHWAY (WINTER 1945) MICHAEL looks at the DRIVER and then ahead to see where they're heading.
The car takes the George Washington Bridge. MICHAEL is concerned.
MICHAEL:
We're going to New Jersey?
SOLLOZZO:
(sly) Maybe.
MICHAEL closes his eyes.
EXT NITE:
SOLLOZZO'S CAR ON G.W. BRIDGE (WINTER 1945) The car speeds along the George Washington Bridge on its way to New Jersey. Then suddenly it hits the divider, temporarily lifts into the air, and bounces over into the lanes going back to New York. It then hits it very fast, on the way back to the city.
EXT NITE:
SOLLOZZO'S CAR (WINTER 1945) SOLLOZZO checks to see the cars that had been following, and then leans to the DRIVER.
SOLLOZZO:
Nice work; I'll remember it.
MICHAEL is relieved.
EXT NITE:
LUNA AZURA RESTAURANT (WINTER 1945) The car pulls up in front of a little family restaurant in
the Bronx:
The "LUNA AZURA". There is no one on the street.
MICHAEL looks to see if the DRIVER is going to get out with them. He gets out, and opens the door. SOLLOZZO, McCLUSKEY and MICHAEL get out; the DRIVER remains leaning against the car. They enter the restaurant.
INT NITE:
LUNA AZURA (WINTER 1945) A very small family restaurant with a mosaic tile floor.
SOLLOZZO, MICHAEL and McCLUSKEY sit around a rather small round table near the center of the room. There are empty booths along the side walls; with a handful of CUSTOMERS, and ONE or TWO WAITERS. It is very quiet.
