The Long Arm of the Godfather

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I believe in America.

America has made my fortune.

And I raised my daughter

in the American fashion.

I gave her freedom, but I taught her

never to dishonour her family.

She found a boyfriend, not an Italian.

She went to the movies with him.

She stayed out late.

I didn't protest.

Two months ago he took her for a drive

with another boyfriend.

They made her drink whiskey...

...and then they tried to

take advantage of her.

She resisted, she kept her honour.

So they beat her like an animal.

When I went to the hospital,

her nose was broken...

...her jaw was shattered,

held together by wire.

She couldn't even weep

because of the pain.

But I wept. Why did I weep?

She was the light of my life.

Beautiful girl.

Now she will never be beautiful again.

Sorry.

I went to the police,

like a good American.

These two boys were brought to trial.

The judge sentenced them to three years

in prison, but suspended the sentence.

Suspended the sentence!

They went free that very day!

I stood in the courtroom like a fool.

Those two bastards, they smiled at me.

Then I said to my wife, "For justice,

we must go to Don Corleone. "

Why did you go to the police?

Why didn't you come to me first?

What do you want of me? Tell me

anything, but do what I beg you to do.

What is that?

I want them dead.

That I cannot do.

I'll give you anything you ask.

I've known you many years, but this

is the first time you've asked for help.

I can't remember the last time

you invited me for a cup of coffee.

Even though my wife is godmother

to your only child.

But let's be frank here.

You never wanted my friendship.

And you were afraid to be in my debt.

I didn't want to get into trouble.

I understand.

You found Paradise in America.

You made a good living, had police

protection and there were courts of law.

You didn't need a friend like me.

But now you come to me and say...

"Don Corleone, give me justice. "

But you don't ask with respect.

You don't offer friendship. You don't

even think to call me Godfather.

You come on my daughter's wedding

day and ask me to murder for money.

I ask you for justice.

That is not justice.

Your daughter is alive.

Let them suffer, then, as she suffers.

How much shall I pay you?

Bonasera, Bonasera.

What have I ever done to make you

treat me so disrespectfully?

If you'd come in friendship...

...the scum that ruined your daughter

would be suffering this very day.

And if an honest man like you should

make enemies, they'd be my enemies.

And then they would fear you.

Be my friend?

Godfather?

Good.

Some day, and that day may never

come, I'll ask a service of you.

But until that day...

...accept this justice as a gift

on my daughter's wedding day.

- Grazie, Godfather.

- Prego.

Give this to Clemenza.

I want people that aren't going to

get carried away.

We're not murderers,

in spite of what this undertaker says.

- Where's Michael?

- Don't worry, he'll be here.

We're not taking the picture

without Michael.

- What's the matter?

- It's Michael.

Don Barzini.

Hey, Paulie! Let me have some wine.

Paulie! More wine.

- You look terrific on the floor.

- Are you a dance judge or something?

Take a walk and do your job.

Sandra, watch the kids.

Don't let them run wild.

You watch yourself, all right?

In that little silk purse.

If this were somebody else's wedding...

Sfortunato!

Hey, Paulie!

Stupid jerk!

What's the matter?

- Have to go back to work.

- Tom.

No Sicilian can refuse any request

on his daughter's wedding day.

Don Corleone, I'm honoured and

grateful that you have invited me.

Get out of here!

It's a private party. Go on!

What is it? It's my sister's wedding.

Goddamn FBl don't respect nothing!

Come here, come here, come here!

...but towards the end, he was paroled

to help with the American war effort...

...so for six months he's worked

in my pastry shop.

Nazorine, what can I do for you?

Now that the war is over...

...this boy, Enzo, they want to

repatriate him back to Italy.

Godfather, I have a daughter.

You see, she and Enzo...

You want Enzo to stay in this country,

and your daughter to be married.

You understand everything.

Mr Hagen. Thank you.

Wait till you see the wedding cake

I made for your daughter!

The bride, the groom and the angel...

- Who should I give this job to?

- Not to our pais.

Give it to a Jew Congressman in

another district. Who else is on the list?

Hey, Michael!

He's not on the list,

but Luca Brasi wants to see you.

Is this necessary?

He didn't expect to be invited to the

wedding, so he wanted to thank you.

Don Corleone, I'm honoured and

grateful that you have invited me...

...on the wedding day of your daughter.

May their first child be a masculine child.

Michael...

That man over there

is talking to himself.

See that scary guy over there?

- He's a very scary guy.

- What's his name?

His name is Luca Brasi.

He helps my father out sometimes.

Michael, he's coming over here!

You look terrific!

My brother Tom Hagen,

Miss Kay Adams.

Your father's been asking for you.

- Very nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

Why does your brother

have a different name?

My brother Sonny found Tom Hagen

in the street.

He had no home,

so my father took him in.

He's been with us ever since.

He's a good lawyer.

Not a Sicilian. I think he's

going to be consigliere.

- What's that?

- That's a...

...like a counsellor, an advisor.

Very important for the family.

You like your lasagne?

Don Corleone.

I'm honoured and grateful...

...that you have invited me

to your daughter's wedding.

On the day of your daughter's wedding.

And I hope that their first child

will be a masculine child.

I pledge my ever-ending loyalty.

- For your daughter's bridal purse.

- Thank you, Luca. Most valued friend.

Don Corleone, I'm going to leave you

now, because I know you're busy.

Thank you.

Signora Corleone!

No!

Senator Cauley apologised for not

coming, but said you'd understand.

Also some of the judges.

They've all sent gifts.

What is that outside?

Johnny! Johnny!

I love you!

He came all the way from California.

I told you he'd come!

- He's probably in trouble again.

- He's a good godson.

Johnny, Johnny! Sing a song!

You never said you knew

Johnny Fontane!

- Sure. You want to meet him?

- Great! Sure.

- My father helped him with his career.

- He did?

How?

- Let's listen to this song.

- Michael...

Please, Michael. Tell me.

When Johnny was starting out, he was

signed to a personal service contract...

...with a big bandleader.

And as his career got better and better,

he wanted to get out of it.

Johnny is my father's godson.

My father went to see this bandleader.

He offered him 10,000 dollars

to let Johnny go...

...but the bandleader said no.

So the next day my father went to see

him, but this time with Luca Brasi.

Within an hour...

...he signed a release

for a certified cheque of 1,000 dollars.

- How did he do that?

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