Get up!

I'm up.

- Door was unlocked. - Lock's busted.

There you have it.

I work for the landlord.

He told me to watch out for the place.

- I commend him on his choice. - What?

I commend him on his choice.

I was supposed to meet Mrs. Cavanaugh here.

Who are you?

I'm Don Corleone, Mrs. Cavanaugh's cousin.

You know where she is?

Moved out.

Moved out? Isn't that something.

I talked to her last week. She didn't say a thing about it.

- She moved out. - You're saying she moved out.

- This morning. - This morning?

God! Uh. We had so much to talk about.

Mo Green is out of the Tropicana.

My sons, Mike and Fredo, are taking over.

What did you want under the bed?

I have to pull rank on you. I didn't want to have to do this.

I'm with the mattress police. There are no tags on these mattresses.

I'm taking you downtown. Give me the weapon.

I'm calling the cops.

- This is for the cops. - Come on, man. I'm her cousin.

Tell the cops.

OK. You wanna call the cops, call the cops.

Better tie your shoelaces first.