The Godfather Page #8
INT NITE:
DON'S KITCHEN (WINTER 1945)SONNY walks into the empty, darkened house. Then he calls
out.
SONNY:
Ma? Ma, where are you.
The kitchen door swings open. He moves quickly and takes
her by the arm. He is deliberately calm.
SONNY:
Ma, I just got a call. Pop's
hurt...I don't know how bad.
MAMA:
(quietly)
Santino? Have they killed him?
SONNY:
(almost in tears)
We don't know yet, Ma.
MAMA:
I'll get dressed. In case we can
see him...
She moves out of the kitchen, and continues upstairs. SONNY
turns the gas from the pan of peppers she was frying. He
takes some bread without thinking, and dips it in the oil,
and sloppily eats some of the peppers, as he moves into his
father's office.
INT NITE:
DON'S OFFICE (WINTER 1945)He switches the lights on in the DON's office. The massive
desk dominates the room. SONNY moves quickly to the
telephone, pulling a small chair to the side of the desk,
and dials a number.
SONNY:
Tessio...This is Santino Corleone.
I want fifty reliable men out here.
TESSIO (O.S.)
I heard, Sonny...but what about
Clemenza's regime?
SONNY:
I don't want to use Clemenza's
people right now. Understood?
He hangs up. He moves quickly to a wall safe; operates the
dial, and removes a small notebook. He takes it back to the
desk, and runs over the list of numbers with his forefinger.
We follow the names, until the finger stops at one: LUCA
BRASI. SONNY dials the number. There is no answer.
SONNY:
Luca.
INT NITE:
BUILDING (WINTER 1945)The interior of an abandoned building. SEVERAL MEN in suits
and ties sit around in the booths.
HAGEN sits in one: SOLLOZZO sits across from him.
SOLLOZZO:
I know you're not in the muscle end
of the family--so I don't want you
to be afraid. I want you to help
the Corleones and I want you to
help me.
HAGEN's hands are trembling as he tries to put a cigarette
in his mouth. ONE of the BUTTON MEN brings a bottle of rye
to the table, and pours a little into a delicate, flowered
china cup. HAGEN sips gratefully.
SOLLOZZO:
Your boss is dead...
HAGEN is overwhelmed: actual tears spring to his eyes.
SOLLOZZO pauses respectfully.
SOLLOZZO:
(pushing the bottle)
Have some more. We got him outside
his office, just before I picked
you up. You have to make the peace
between me and Santino.
HAGEN still is focused on the grief of losing the old man.
SOLLOZZO:
Sonny was hot for my deal, right?
You know it's the smart thing to
do, too. I want you to talk Sonny
into it.
HAGEN:
(pulling himself together)
Sonny will come after you with
everything he's got.
SOLLOZZO rises, impatiently.
SOLLOZZO:
That's going to be his first
reaction. You have to talk some
sense into him. The Tattaglia
family stands behind me with all
their people. The other New York
Families will go along with anything
that prevents a full scale war.
SOLLOZZO:
The Don was slipping; in the old
days I could never have gotten to
him. Now he's dead, nothing can
bring him back. Talk to Sonny,
talk to the Caporegimes, Clemenza
and Tessio...it's good business.
HAGEN:
Even Sonny won't be able to call
off Luca Brasi.
SOLLOZZO:
I'll worry about Luca. You take
care of Sonny and the other two kids.
HAGEN:
I'll try...It's what the Don would
want us to do.
SOLLOZZO:
(lifting his hands in
an expression of harmlessness)
Good...then you can go...
(he escorts him to
the door)
I don't like violence. I'm a
businessman, and blood is a big
expense.
He opens the door; they step out together.
EXT NITE:
BUILDINGHAGEN, SOLLOZZO exit.
But a car pulls up, and ONE of SOLLOZZO'S MEN rushes out.
He indicates with some urgency that he wants to talk to
SOLLOZZO in private.
Then SOLLOZZO moves with a grave expression. He opens the
door, indicating that HAGEN should be led back in.
SOLLOZZO:
The old man is still alive. Five
bullets in his Sicilian hide and
he's still alive.
(he gives a fatalistic
shrug)
Bad luck for me, bad luck for you.
EXT NITE:
MALL (WINTER 1945)MICHAEL driving during the night. There is a little fog in
the air, and moisture has formed on the windshield, making
it difficult to see well. The wipers move across the view,
as the gate of the Corleone Mall appears before us, still
decorated for Christmas. The courtyard is bathed with white
floodlight, giving this place a cold and isolated look. The
narrow entrance mouth of the Mall is sealed off with a link
chain. There are strange cars parked along the curving
cement walk. SEVERAL MEN are congregated about the gate and
chain; ONE of them approaches MICHAEL's car.
MAN:
Who're you?
ANOTHER peeks his ugly face almost right up to MICHAEL, and
then turns.
MAN 2
It's the Don's kid; take the car,
I'll bring him inside.
The FIRST MAN opens the car door, and MICHAEL steps out.
INT NITE:
HALL (WINTER 1945)The Hallway of the main house is filled with MEN MICHAEL
doesn't recognize. They pay little attention to him. Most
of them are waiting; sitting uncomfortably; no one is talking.
INT NITE:
DON'S LIVING ROOM (WINTER 1945)MICHAEL moves into the living room; there is a Christmas
tree, and countless greeting cards taped to the walls.
THERESA HAGEN is sitting stiffly on the sofa, smoking a
cigarette; on the coffee table in front of her is a water
glass half filled with whiskey. On the other side of the
sofa sits CLEMENZA; his face is impassive, but he is
sweating, and the cigar in his hand glistens slickly black
with his saliva. PAULIE GATTO sits tensely and alone on the
other side of the room. CLEMENZA sees MICHAEL, looks up at
him.
CLEMENZA:
Your mother's at the hospital with
the old man:
He's gonna pull through.MICHAEL nods his relief.
MICHAEL:
Thanks.
He moves to THERESA.
MICHAEL:
(gently)
You heard from Tom yet?
Without looking up, she clings to him for a moment, and
trembles. Occasionally, STRANGE MEN will cross through the
room; everyone speaks in a whisper.
MICHAEL:
(taking her hand)
C'mon.
He leads her into his father's office without knocking.
INT NITE:
DON'S OFFICE (WINTER 1945)SONNY and TESSIO are huddled around a yellow pad. They look
up, startled.
SONNY:
Don't worry, Theresa; they just
want to give Tom the proposition,
then they're going to turn him loose.
He reassuringly hugs THERESA, and then to MICHAEL's surprise,
he kisses him on the cheek.
SONNY:
I was worried when we couldn't get
in touch with you in that hick town.
MICHAEL:
How's Mom?
SONNY:
Good. She's been through it before.
Me too. You were too young to know
about it. You better wait outside;
there're some things you shouldn't
hear.
MICHAEL:
I can help you out...
SONNY:
Oh no you can't, the old man'd be
sore as hell if I let you get mixed
up in this.
MICHAEL:
Jesus Christ, he's my father, Sonny.
SONNY:
Theresa.
She understands, and leaves them alone.
SONNY:
All right, Mikey...who do we have
to hit, Clemenza or Paulie?
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