| Well, first, let's get out of here before your friend changes his mind. |
| You uh, gonna tell Frank what happened? |
| Sure I am, but don't worry I ain't gonna mention your name. You're going to have enough to worry about as it is. |
| Thanks, Leo. You know this whole thing got - complicated - real fast. You know? |
| Of course, it did Vito... What'd you expect? You swear the oath, you put on a fancy suit, and then it's one big party? |
| Carlo's always been a shady bastard, even for guys in this business. I've been warning Frank about him for years. |
| So what are you gonna do now? |
| I'm gonna disappear, let things run their course. Gonna take the first train to Lost Heaven. Make a few phone calls, settle my affairs. Then I'm gonna head for the airport and I'm gonna go someplace warm. This time tomorrow I'm gonna be sitting on a beach somewhere sipping one of them fruity drinks with the umbrella in 'em. |
| One thing's for sure. If Carlo wants me dead, then sticking around here is like buying a one-way ticket to the morgue. |
| Isn't that a little drastic? |
| No, I been meaning to retire anyway. When you get to be my age, Vito, then all this squabbling starts to seem a little pointless. Frank's never going to change, he's a brawler. Nowadays he just listens to the young hotheads because they tell him what he wants to hear. If he wants to be some kind of wiseguy sheriff and go after Carlo then he can do it without me. I'm just sorry I got you into this mess. |
| It was my choice, Leo. All you did was speed things up a little. Besides, what the hell else was I gonna do? Go work on the docks like my old man? |
| Eh, you're preachin' to the choir, kid... |
| You got it, old man. |
| OK, Vito, now get me over to the train station if you wouldn't mind. This town's been good to me, but now it's time to say goodbye. |
| You gonna go there in your PJ's? |
| Damn right I am. I'd rather be alive in my pajamas than dead in a three-piece suit. |
