[Michael kisses the Don's hand; the Don smiles, with a tear in his eye. Michael
leaves to meet Enzo outside of the hospital]
MICHAEL (grabbing and tossing the flowers that Enzo is still holding)
Get rid of these
(then, as Michael turns Enzo's collar up)
Come 'ere... Put your hand in your pocket like you have a gun. You'll be alright.
(then, after he sighs)
You'll be okay...
[A black sedan pulls up to the front of the hospital. The occupants look at Michael
and Enzo, as Michael undoes a button of his coat and puts his hand in, as if he had a gun.
The car then drives off]
You did good.
[Enzo, very scared, takes out a cigarette and has trouble lighting it with his Zippo
lighter. His hands are shaking. Michael takes the lighter and lights his cigarette, noticing
that his hands are not shaking. Sirens are heard as police cars screech to a halt in front of the
hospital. Michael shoos Enzo away as he is grabbed by an officer]