The Godfather: Part II Page #2

EXT. ELLIS ISLAND - DAY

A tugboat pulls a barge brimming with immigrants into the

Ellis Island harbor. Uniformed officials of the Immigration

Service load them up toward the main building.

INT. ELLIS PROCESSING HALL - DAY

The hundreds of immigrant families sit on rows of benches in

the great hall. Various painted lines lead to the steps and

processing rooms above.

There is the babble of many interviews going on

simultaneously, uncertainly, in different languages.

Vito is bundled in an old coat, with a large tag pinned on

it:
"Vitone Andolini -- Corleone, Sicilia."

He stands, moves up in the line, when several other immigrant

boys, older than he, rush up an push him back in the line.

Weak from the trip, he falls to the floor. The boys laugh,

derisive in a language he cannot understand. He struggles

to his feet, lifting his makeshift bags; staring at them in

an icy hatred.

INT. PROCESSING ROOM - DAY

Three or four interviews are crowded into the small room;

they are conducted in English. From the expression on

Vito's face, and from the fragmented of the English, we

realize that he doesn't understand a word of it.

OFFICIAL:

(English)

What is your name?

The man waits, impatiently.

OFFICIAL:

Your name?

Vito doesn't answer. The Official pulls the tag pinned onto

his coat and copies to down on his form, using a typewriter.

OFFICIAL:

(speaking as he types)

Vito...Corleone. Step up, over

there.

He hands the form to another official.

CLOSE VIEW on the form. The name has been entered as Vito

Corleone.

INT. MEDICAL EXAM - DAY

Vito is stripped to the waist, as other immigrants wait.

The DOCTOR is just finishing his examination. He shakes his

head, and then writes on the medical form.

DOCTOR:

Can you understand me?

Vito stares blankly.

DOCTOR:

You understand? Smallpox. Smallpox.

He doesn't understand. The doctor turns to the Immigration

Official.

DOCTOR:

Quarantine...six months.

UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY - MOVING VIEW - DAY

Officials move a group of immigrant men, including Vito, to

the quarantine section of the Island.

INT. QUARANTINE HALLWAY - DAY

The official stops at each doorway, and reads off a name.

OFFICIAL:

Salvatore Ormenta.

The man moves into the room, and the group proceeds.

OFFICIAL:

Vito Corleone.

No one responds. The guard moves to the boy, reads his new

name tag. And then, not unkindly:

GUARD:

That's you.

He opens the door, and Vito enters the room.

EXT. THE STATUE OF LIBERTY - DAY

The VIEW slowly begins to pull back, revealing this to be

the view from inside the quarantine cell, where Vito stands

on his bench, looking out to the statue through the barred

window.

Then he turns, and sits in the corner. He is silent for a

long time.

Then, in a sweet, pure voice, he sings to himself in Sicilian.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - MOVING CLOSE SHOT - DAY

A nine year old boy, dressed immaculately in white, with a

large white silk bow tied to his shoulder, moving slowly

down the aisle of the church with a group of other children

dressed in white. He has dark black hair, and his face is

unmistakably similar to young Vito's. He moves slowly, his

hands clasped around a golden missal. We HEAR only the pure

voice of Vito in Sicilian, his sad song reaching out from

the past, as ANTHONY CORLEONE, his Grandson, moves on the

way to his First Holy Communion more than fifty years later.

FULL VIEW:

The little children move in procession down to the Altar,

where the PRIEST raises the Host, and performs the Communion

Mass in Latin.

PRIEST:

Ecce Agnus Dei, ecce qui tollit

peccata mundi.

MOVING VIEW ON THE PRIEST

and Altar boys, as he moves along the row of kneeling

children, blessing them, and administering their first

Communion.

CLOSE MOVING VIEW

as the innocent faces receive the Host; finally, the Priest

comes to Anthony.

PRIEST:

Corpus Christi.

ANTHONY:

Amen.

EXT. LAKE TAHOE ESTATE - DAY

The lawns of this great estate on the shore of Lake Tahoe

are covered with guests of a wonderful party to honor the

First Holy Communion of Anthony Corleone, the son of Mr. and

Mrs. Michael Corleone. A full dance orchestra plays music

of the times on a pavilion bandstand built especially for

the occasion. Speedboats roar through the water, pulling

youthful waterskiers; and the pool and private harbor are

filled with laughing, swimming guests. It is Fall of 1958.

MED. VIEW

Anthony, in his Communion suit sits alone at the table,

looking like a lonely young Prince.

KAY (O.S.)

Smile, Anthony. Smile.

He does, and a flash goes off.

PHOTOGRAPHER (O.S.)

Now, one with the whole family.

KAY (O.S.)

Mr. Corleone can't right now...

KAY CORLEONE enters from the side, leading her four year old

daughter, MARY, and MAMA CORLEONE to pose with Anthony.

KAY (O.S.)

...but we'll get one with the ladies.

PHOTOGRAPHER:

All together now, c'mon, Anthony...

CHEESE and

(flash)

KAY:

Thank you.

She smiles as she leaves the photographer, and then lets out

a weary sigh to Mama, as she touches the slightly protruding

belly.

KAY:

Do you think it'll show in the

picture?

MAMA:

Two months never shows. Two months

look like you had a big lunch.

VOICE (O.S.)

Oh, Mrs. Corleone.

A slender, aristocratic WOMAN in her late forties is waving

to KAY.

MRS. BARRETT

Hello, Mrs. Corleone. I'm Fran

Barrett, our place is just down the

lake. This is my husband, Marshall.

KAY:

I'm so happy you could come.

MR. BARRETT

The place is transformed. We've

been watching workmen come and go

all summer.

MRS. BARRETT

Where is Mr. Corleone?

KAY:

A business meeting ran late...but

he promised he wouldn't be long.

Kay puts her arm around little Anthony's shoulder.

KAY:

This is our son Anthony Vito

Corleone. Today he made his First

Holy Communion.

EXT. TAHOE GATE AND KENNELS - DAY

A confusion of cars; arriving and parking. The squad of

parking attendants are supplemented by a whole team of the

local Police, working as high-class parking valets.

A very beautiful, statuesque woman, though slightly drunk,

DEANNA DUNN, slams the door of a powder blue Mercedes and

hurries barefoot through the great stone gate.

DEANNA:

I will not shut my mouth, and keep

your Goddamn hands off of me!

She is followed by a harried, FREDDIE CORLEONE, dressed with

flash in the Hollywood style, and carrying her shoes in his

hands.

FREDO:

Honey! Wait a minute; let's go for

a drive.

DEANNA:

I just had a drive; besides, I want

to see my brother-in-law Michael.

FREDO:

(trying to get her to

put her shoes on)

Yeah, but I don't want him to see

you.

Deanna pauses reflectively a moment, allowing Fredo to get

her shoes on.

DEANNA:

What beats me, is how you guys

could be brothers. You musta been

your Mother's rotten egg.

She kicks off the shoes, giggling, and runs toward a waiter.

DEANNA:

(lifting a glass of champagne)

Young man, young man...thank you,

young man.

WAITER:

(impressed)

Excuse me, but aren't you...

DEANNA:

Yes, you saw me in the movies, Good

Humor man, and yes, I had more off

than my shoes!

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