The Godfather: Part III Page #2

some of that old vino.

The Vatican knows nothing

about these shareholders.

Good.

l have a tendency to worry. We've

increased our position substantially.

- Naturally, l worry.

- Stop worrying, we have an agreement.

Good. How do you think

l got this grey hair?

Two seconds... Thank you for your

contribution to the swimming-pool.

We need your help on Sam Wallace's

candidacy for judgeship.

- We can always use a good judge.

- Thanks.

Andrew!

My godson Andrew Hagen.

My brother Tom's eldest boy.

He's been assistant to Bishop Breelan

for three years.

- Hopes to be assigned to the Vatican.

- Rome needs fine young priests.

His mother Theresa Hagen,

Bishop Gilday.

Honoured to meet you.

Mr Corleone. Hi. Grace Hamilton.

Vincent Mancini promised to tell you

about me. That maybe you'd see me.

- Did Vincent Mancini call about her?

- No.

- You promised to stay out there, twice.

- l know.

Joey Zasa showed up.

He's waiting in the lobby.

He wants to personally

congratulate you. Show his respect.

- Do l have to see him?

- He says you're his patron.

Hey, Vinnie!

- Who's your favourite aunt?

- You are.

Today l'll talk to Michael

about your little problem.

lf you'd warned me, l would have

worn a better suit.

The Meucci Association

has elected you

ltalian-American Man of the Year.

Meucci...

Who's Meucci?

The ltalian-American who invented

the telephone, one year before Bell.

And this is the reason

you've come today?

l...

l've got a stone in my shoe.

A two-bit punk who works for me.

The one who thinks he's related to you.

A bastard.

He's here. Vincent Mancini.

He's at the party.

Bring him in.

l think it's good that we talk.

No, grazie.

l have a problem...

...and l want to find out if it is

my problem or your problem.

Your business is your business. l have

no interests or percentages from it.

Good. Then it's my problem.

Michael, you know Vincent Mancini.

Sonny's boy.

- How are you, Mr Corleone?

- How are you?

- Good. How are you? Good party.

- You like it?

- Yes, l had to sneak in.

- You're dressed for it.

So, what's the trouble

between you and Mr Joe Zasa?

- Just trouble. l'll take care of it.

- That's foolish of you.

Foolish of me? lt's a little foolish

of this guy, don't you think? Right?

- Right?!

- Temper like his father...

Vincent...

Mr Joe Zasa now owns what used to

be the Corleone business in New York.

Out of kindness, he gave you

a job in his family.

You took it against my advice.

l offered you something better in the

legitimate world. You turned me down.

Now you both come to me with this bad

blood. What do you expect me to do?

- Am l a gangster?

- No...

That was Papa's neighbourhood.

Zasa runs it like a disgrace!

- That's the past, Connie.

- l earned that territory.

The Commission gave it to me

and you approved.

Yes.

l came for the party, not to ask for help.

l could kill this bastard.

So kill him.

What does all this have to do with me?

Well, he goes behind your back,

saying ''F*** Michael Corleone''.

Say it to his face, one time!

Mr Corleone, all bastards are liars.

Shakespeare wrote poems about it.

What am l going to do with this guy?!

Joey, if there's some guy

running around this city,

saying ''F*** Michael Corleone''...

...what do we do

with a piece of sh*t like that?

He's a f***ing dog.

Yes, it's true. lf anyone would say

such a thing,

they would not be a friend,

they would be a dog.

- My interests don't conflict with his.

- You don't know how much they do.

Quiet, Vincent.

He needs your support!

Don't let me work for this guy,

let me work for you.

As what? Tough guy? l don't need

tough guys. l need more lawyers.

Since we have no conflicts or debts,

l accept your tribute. l wish you well.

Vincent, make your peace

with Mr Joe Zasa. Go on.

Bastardo...

Vinnie, what's the matter with you?!

Get him out of here.

Jesus Christ...

- l told Connie this wasn't the right time.

- Close it.

l know you're into Wall Street,

but you're still the final word.

l want to protect you from these guys.

Your lawyers can't.

- But you can?

- Yeah, l can do that.

Why should l be afraid of Zasa?

You stop him from rising

in the Commission.

l say we make him dead.

Give me the order, l'll do it.

- You'll do it?

- Yeah.

Maybe you should come with me

for a few weeks. See what happens.

- Okay.

- See if you learn.

And we'll talk about your future.

l won't let you down.

lt's about ready.

What happened?

lf l'm in a room with Zasa,

what happens? l bit his ear off.

Here we go. Watch the card.

Hold it!

- Vincent...

- Yeah.

Take the picture with us.

Nice jacket.

Closer to the centre, sir.

Smile!

Godfather, this is the cake for you

and your family from Enzo the baker.

Do you want to do it?

Cent'anni! Cent'anni!

- Vincent?

- What do you want, sweetheart?

Do you love me?

- Come on, go to bed.

- Come on, say it.

l love you.

l love you, too.

You've got a cat?

Go get us some water, l'm thirsty.

Come on.

Come on.

Well, l guess l know my place.

l can't believe l'm actually doing this.

''Get me water, bake me a cake''...

What happened to ''please''?

Good boy, Sackface. Go for a walk.

- Let her go.

- Cut her throat, man.

- What did you say?

- Cut her f***ing throat.

- Okay, chief...

- Drop your gun or he'll cut her throat.

l hardly know her, so cut her.

What the f*** do l care?

You've got no choice. She'll be dead.

lf you do, l'll kill you both.

Give up that knife, l'll let you go.

Cut her throat! Right now!

l'll do something that'll convince you.

Don't get frightened. Just watch me.

Oh, sh*t!

Drop the knife. Drop it!

Good boy. Sit down, l want to talk

to you. lt was a wise choice. Sit down.

Lose the mask.

Relax, have a smoke. You smoke?

Whose idea was this? Who sent you?

Tell me who sent you.

- No one.

- Did you take a look at this guy?

- Yeah.

- Who sent you?

lt was Joey Zasa.

Are you okay?

- You were going to let them kill me!

- No, l wasn't...

You pig! You sick f***!

You wanted gambling. That's gambling.

Call the police.

- You killed the other guy too?

- He went for my gun.

lt was self-defence.

Go ahead, call the police.

- No, no...

- l'm taking pictures.

No pictures.

You had a gun!

They only had a knife. You could have

handed them over to the police.

Zasa sent them.

l just sent him a message.

- Now he has to send you one back.

- ls Zasa going to send me one back?

He did the right thing.

He got Zasa's name!

What has Joey Zasa to do

with anything? Joey Zasa is a pazzo.

All right. You are what you are.

lt's your nature. Stay close to me.

Don't do anything. Keep your mouth

shut and your eyes open.

- And you do what l tell you.

- l understand.

- l have problems with the Commission.

- l know.

- You don't make them easier.

- lt wasn't my idea that this happened.

- Get out of here.

- Michael...

Yes?

- Now they'll fear you.

- Maybe they should fear you.

- B.J., what's up?

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