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: I thought I got all you Guinea hoods locked up! What the hell are you doing here? Michael
: What happened to the men who were guarding my father, Captain? Capt. McCluskey
: I pulled them guys off of here, eh, now get away from this hospital! Michael
: I'm not leaving until you put some guards around my father's room. Capt. McCluskey
: Phil, take him in! Cop with Capt. McCluskey outside hospital
: The kid's clean Captain, he's a war hero! He's never been mixed up with the rackets... Capt. McCluskey
: Goddamn it Phil, I said take him in! Michael
: What's the Turk paying you to set up my father, Captain? Capt. McCluskey
: [to Patrolmen
] Take a hold of him. Stand him up. Stand him up straight.
[punches Michael and breaks his jaw
: [to Michael, in Sicilian
] I am sorry. What happened to your father was business. I have much respect for your father. But your father, his thinking is old-fashioned. You must understand why I had to do that. Now let's work through where we go from here.
[Michael tries speaking in Sicilian, but can't express himself properly, so with a quick look at McCluskey they both switch to English
: What I want... what's most important to me is that I have a guarantee: no more attempts on my father's life. Sollozzo
: What guarantees could I give you, Mike? I'm the hunted one. I've missed my chance. You think too much of me, kid. I am not that clever. All I want is a truce. Michael
: I have to go to the bathroom. Is that all right? Capt. McCluskey
: You gotta go, you gotta go.
[Michael gets up, but a suspicious Sollozzo probes Michael's crotch, to Michael's offense
] Capt. McCluskey
: I frisked him. He's clean. Sollozzo
: Don't take too long...
[Michael heads to the bathroom
] Capt. McCluskey
: [to Sollozzo
] I frisked a thousand young punks.
: How's the Italian food in this restaurant? Sollozzo
: Good. Try the veal, it's the best in the city. Capt. McCluskey
: I'll have it.