Myself: (coming out of hiding): Who are you?
Prodnose: I am Prodnose, the busybody-- Do you remember me?
Myself: Prodnose...
Prodnose: Yes, Prodnose...
Myself: You better get out of here, Prodnose; there's gonna be trouble...
Prodnose: If there is trouble, I stay here to help you. For your father -- for your father
Myself: Alright... Listen, wait for me outside in front of the hospital. Alright? I'll be out in a minute. Go ahead...
Prodnose: Okay... okay.
[I return to the Don's room, at his bedside. The nurse is still in the room]
Myself: Just lie here, Pop. I'll take care of you now. I'm with you now. I'm with you...
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