“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo 124
do you figure the Don killed or had killed.”
Tom Hagen turned away. “I’ll tell you one thing you didn’t learn from him: talking the way
you’re talking now. There are things that have to be done and you do them and you
never talk about them. You don’t try to justify them. They can’t be justified. You just do
them. Then you forget it.”
Michael Corleone frowned. He said quietly, “As the Consigliere, you agree that it’s
dangerous to the Don and our Family to let Sollozzo live?”
“Yes,” Hagen said.
“OK,” Michael said. “Then I have to kill him.”
Michael Corleone stood in front of Jack Dempsey’s restaurant on Broadway and waited
for his pickup. He looked at his watch. It said five minutes to eight. Sollozzo was going
to be punctual. Michael had made sure he was there in plenty of time. He had been
waiting fifteen minutes.
All during the ride from Long Beach into the city he had been trying to forget what he
had said to Hagen. For if he believed what he said, then his life was set on an
irrevocable course. And yet, could it be otherwise after tonight? He might be dead after
tonight if he didn’t stop all this crap, Michael thought grimly. He had to keep his mind on
the business at hand. Sollozzo was no dummy and McCluskey was a very tough egg.
He felt the ache in his wired jaw and welcomed the pain, it would keep him alert.
Broadway wasn’t that crowded on this cold winter night, even though it was near theater
time. Michael flinched as a long black car pulled up to the curb and the driver, leaning
over, opened the front door and said, “Get in, Mike.” He didn’t know the driver, a young
punk with slick black hair and an open shirt, but he got in. In the back seat were Captain
McCluskey and Sollozzo.
Sollozzo reached a hand over the back of the seat and Michael shook it. The hand was
firm, warm and dry. Sollozzo said, “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. It
should never have happened.”
Michael Corleone said quietly, “I hope we can settle things tonight, I don’t want my
father bothered any more.”
“He won’t be,” Sollozzo said sincerely. “I swear to you by 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.