First Time Godfather Page #2

Oh, mother of god!

Demo-cre-cy!

Crete's democracy! Cool!

Shut up, you're

confusing Mr. Alex.

Boy!

Long live demo-cra-cy!

Demo-cre-cy.

Mother of god!

Democra-cra...

Cra! Cra! Cra!

Like when you crush hedgehogs!

- Welcome.

- Nice to meet you.

This is our Chief's son.

- This squirt is the son?

- He looks American.

He doesn't look at all

like the Chief.

When you couple a Greek

with a foreigner, you get this.

I saw the Chief's picture when

he was young, they're the same.

My compliments to the chef.

Come to think of it,

they do look alike.

They're identical.

Tell your father that the road

must pass below our village.

It must reach our fields, too.

We can't always be

the ignored ones.

It's all right here.

- Yes to the road.

- Below!

What a voice the duckling has.

Bravo, my little man!

My compliments.

I have a request too, Panagaki.

He has to tell his father

to get rid of the policeman.

He blames our herds, our people,

he doesn't let us be.

And it's getting worse.

He must leave.

I'll give it to you in writing.

- He will leave.

- He will leave!

Who should leave?

The police-mean.

This one was brought up

to govern us one day.

I wish I could see

where to lay the blame...

an island run by goat thieves

and that's a real shame.

None in Crete are born

ready to lie and steal...

an insult to us all

when stolen goat is our meal.

Who's stealing?

- Who, the Manedakis of course!

- Already, 200 goats stolen!

Panagaki, you promised.

We made it clear.

When I get elected,

all goats will be returned!

All 200!

Pano, make us a couplet.

You're a grown man.

A bee sleeps

in the thickets of my heart...

Dear friends.

Long live demo... cracy!

How can it be my son spouts

nonsense at the worst time?

You're son is a man,

he must speak in public.

I agree.

And talk about

bees and gibberish?

He can't even

make up a couplet?

Why is god punishing me...

...with a son that says

things a woman says?

Didn't you see how Alex spoke?

We must have got

at least 35 votes.

Do you know how strong we'll be

with the Fountedakis tomorrow?

I see our votes walking

upright on their own.

It seems like you've

learned a lot from your father.

Where did this come from?

Thank god no one's around!

Are you tired?

Maybe you want to rest a bit?

- No.

- Are you sure?

It's the food...

a lot of food...

there's even more food.

How will we win over the women?

Crete, the land of

"even more food"!

Don't you dare open your mouth

at the Manedakis.

I don't want to.

Come here, you have to find

a trick to cope with the food.

Pretend you're taking a big one,

but snatch a small one.

Politics:
The art of faking.

Politics is the art of adapting.

And if you can't eat any more,

dump some here.

- Along with the votes.

- Look here, you see?

The ones that hit me...

they're there...

we should go the back way.

I don't want trouble.

We'll outnumber them tomorrow.

It's different to be strong.

Fear brings fear.

We'll go through the square.

Brother, are you nuts?

Have you spoken?

Mother of god...

After the election.

You must forget her.

Here's what you asked for,

I'll wait for you over here.

- The Manedakis are like them.

- Get dressed and don't talk.

But they're coming closer to us.

They're still not our people.

It's the last time I'm helping.

I'm going to marry her after.

Walk, and stop talking.

Welcome!

It's an honour he sent his son.

Let's see what

these ones have to say.

Why not? If our Chief doesn't

bide to Cretan tradition...

fire in their eyes and guts!

My compliments.

The kid's got it!

My compliments.

He has quite an appetite.

Listen, boy. You have to tell

your father about the road.

I know.

Below!

What's he saying?

He means above!

Watch out, Panagaki!

Two roads!

Above and below!

We'll start above,

and we'll see about below.

The smallest one?

You don't like our food?

My compliments.

We said we'll help you,

to see what your Chief is like.

Just don't try

anything funny with us.

The road will pass

from above. It's done.

The very best of Crete

load all onto their fork...

stolen goat and stolen sheep

and stolen sweet white pork.

What are they saying?

Something about goats.

God may put the saint

high up in his great chapel...

but loves without constraint

the thief who stole the apple.

Now that we're on the subject...

...what does your Chief

think of our Cretan tradition?

All 200 goats back!

What's the son saying?

He's learning Greek now.

Our traditions never change.

I think he said something else.

This is the best appetizer.

You must try our snails.

No one makes them better.

They were for your father.

The sauce took 3 days.

The art of faking.

Who said he's not eating?

Eat it, love, it's tasty.

Long live democracy.

Long live democracy!

- What are you doing?

- He doesn't want our food?

Who said he doesn't want it?

Be careful, Panagaki.

Traditions in Crete

never change.

Our traditions and our snails.

Lord have mercy.

He's just a kid.

If he's just a kid,

he shouldn't be here.

Everything will be as you wish.

Come with us tomorrow, and see

what a nice speech he'll make.

Come with you, after this?

God wouldn't allow it!

Peace be with you.

What a disaster! We lost

the votes, because of a snail.

Was it that hard

to just eat it?

The poor kid was stuffed.

I can eat. I can.

I have to be the Godfather.

I can eat.

Don't worry...

you will be the Godfather,

my darling dear.

Go to sleep.

Sometimes I wonder

why you do all this.

What do you gain?

You're asking me?

All these expenses, and work,

and what about the boy?

Democracy requires sacrifice.

Mr. Alex! Where are you, boy?

The people are here.

Where is he?

Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Come downstairs.

The boy will be right down.

He's getting ready,

he'll be right down.

Quicken up, we're in trouble.

- Come here.

- Let me go!

- You are the son!

- I am not!

I told you about the leg, but

the right one, not the left.

It's useless, not good

for the Chief!

But you are the son...

what's up?

No gathering votes today?

Get out of here.

What did you say?

I can't get votes anymore.

I can't say "my compliments".

What will you do?

I can't eat damn snails either!

What are pancakes?

They're a kind of sweet bread.

Mr. Alex!

Why are you shouting?

They'll know we lost the kid.

There go our votes.

I can see them running away.

Does my father know

where you are?

Now the real fun begins!

What are you doing

with the rocks?

They'll be looking for you.

They can't find you here.

My stupid son got him

all worked up.

What have I done, god,

and you punish me like this?

He's somewhere around here.

He probably went

to get some fresh air.

You shouldn't blame Panago.

And you shouldn't

get him worked up.

I work him up? You send him

to English and piano class.

When you have kids of your own,

raise them as you wish.

I didn't propose yet

for your sake.

And never propose to her.

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