The Long Arm of the Godfather Page #5

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It's strictly business.

It's as cold as they come. Impossible to

trace, so you don't worry about prints.

I put a special tape on the trigger

and the butt. Try it.

Is the trigger too tight?

My ears!

I left it noisy, so it scares away any

pain-in-the-ass innocent bystanders.

You've shot them both.

Now what do you do?

- Sit down, finish my dinner.

- Don't fool around.

Let your hand drop to your side

and let the gun slip out.

Everybody will still think you've got it.

They'll stare at your face...

...so walk out fast, but don't run.

Don't look anybody in the eye,

but don't look away either.

They'll be scared stiff,

so don't worry about nothing.

You'll be all right. You'll take a vacation,

nobody knows where...

...and we'll catch the hell.

- How bad do you think it will be?

- Pretty goddamn bad.

All the other families will probably

line up against us.

These things have to happen every five,

ten years. Gets rid of the bad blood.

Been ten years since the last one.

You have to stop them at the beginning.

Like they should have stopped Hitler in

Munich, not letting him get away with it.

You know, Mike, we were all proud

of you. Being a hero and all.

Your father too.

Nothing. Not a hint. Absolutely nothing.

Even Sollozzo's people don't know

where the meeting will be held.

How much time do we have?

They're going to pick you up outside

Jack Dempsey's in an hour and a half.

- We could put a tail on them.

- Sollozzo would lose our ass.

- What about the negotiator?

- He's playing pinochle with my men.

- He's happy. They're letting him win.

- Too risky. Maybe we should call it off.

The negotiator plays cards

until Mike is back safe.

- He could blast whoever is in the car.

- They'll expect that.

Sollozzo might not even be

in the car, Sonny!

I'll get it.

Louis' restaurant in the Bronx.

- Is it reliable?

- My man in McCluskey's precinct.

A police captain is on call 24 hours

a day. He'll be there between 8 and 10.

- Anybody know this joint?

- Sure, I do. It's perfect for us.

A small family place, good food.

Everyone minds his business. Perfect.

They've got an old-fashioned toilet.

You know, the box and the chain thing.

We might be able to tape the gun

behind it.

All right. Mike, you go to the restaurant...

...you eat, talk for a while, you relax.

Make them relax.

Then you go to take a leak. No, better

still, you ask permission to go.

Then you come back blasting.

Two shots in the head apiece.

I want somebody very good

to plant that gun.

I don't want him coming out

with just his dick.

- The gun will be there.

- You drive him and pick him up.

Let's move.

Did he tell you to drop the gun

right away?

Yeah, a million times.

Don't forget. Two shots apiece in

the head as soon as you come out.

How long do you think it will be

before I can come back?

At least a year.

I'll square it with Mom, that you're not

seeing her before you leave and...

I'll get a message to that girlfriend

when the time is right.

Take care.

Take care, Mike.

I'm glad you came. I hope we can

straighten everything out.

It's not the way I wanted things to go.

It should never have happened.

I want to straighten everything out.

I don't want my father bothered again.

I swear on my children

that he won't be, Mike.

But you have to keep an open mind

when we talk.

I hope you're not a hothead like Sonny.

You can't talk business with him.

He's a good kid.

I'm sorry about the other night, Mike.

I've got to frisk you, so turn around.

On your knees, facing me.

I guess I'm getting too old for my job.

Too grouchy.

Can't stand the aggravation.

You know how it is.

He's clean.

Going to Jersey?

Maybe.

Nice work, Lou.

- How's the food in this restaurant?

- Try the veal. It's the best in the city.

I'll have it.

- I'm going to speak Italian to Mikey.

- Go ahead.

What I want...

What's most important to me...

...is that I have a guarantee.

No more attempts on my father's life.

What guarantees can I give you?

I'm the hunted one!

I missed my chance.

You think too much of me, kid.

I'm not that clever.

All I want is a truce.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Is it all right?

When you got to go, you got to go.

He's clean.

Don't take too long.

I've frisked a thousand punks.

Okay, you take over.

I love you, Grandpa.

I'm sorry, Pa. He doesn't know you yet.

- Hey, big guy. Give it to Grandpa.

- Okay.

"I hope you get well, Grandpa, and wish

I see you soon. Your grandson Frank. "

Go with your mother.

Take them downstairs.

Go on, Carlo, you too.

Go on.

- What's the matter with you, Carlo?

- Shut up and set the table.

Since McCluskey's killing, the police

have cracked down on our operations.

And also the other families.

There's been a lot of bad blood.

They hit us, so we hit them back.

Through our newspaper contacts

we've been able to put out material...

...about McCluskey's link with Sollozzo

in the drug rackets.

So things are loosening up.

And I sent Fredo to Las Vegas, under

the protection of Don Francesco of L.A.

- I want him to rest.

- I'm going to learn the casino business.

Where's Michael?

It was Michael who killed Sollozzo.

But he's safe. We're starting to work

to bring him back.

Did you find out where that old pimp

Tattaglia is hiding? I want him now.

Sonny, things are starting to loosen up.

If you go after Tattaglia, all hell

will break loose. Pop can negotiate.

- He must get better first. I'll decide...

- War is costly. We can't do business.

- Neither can they. Don't worry about it!

- We can't afford a stalemate.

- No more stalemate. I'll kill the bastard!

- You're getting a great reputation!

Do as I say! If I had a Sicilian wartime

consigliere, I wouldn't be in this shape!

Pop had Genco. Look what I got.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Ma made a little dinner. It's Sunday.

N*ggers are having a good time

with our policy banks in Harlem.

Driving new Cadillacs,

paying 50 per cent on a bet.

That's because they've started

making big money.

Poppa never talked business

at the table.

- Shut up, Connie...

- Don't you ever tell her to shut up.

Don't interfere.

I'd like to talk to you after dinner.

I could do more for the family...

We don't discuss business at the table.

I kiss your hand, Don Tommasino.

Why are you so far

from the house?

You know I'm responsible to your

father for your life.

The bodyguards are here.

It's still dangerous...

We've heard from Santino

in New York...

Your enemies know you're here.

Did Santino say when

I can go back?

Not yet.

It's out of the question.

Where are you going now?

Take my car.

I want to walk.

Be careful.

Where have all the men gone?

They're all dead from vendettas.

There are the names of the dead.

Hey, hey, take me to the America, G.I.!

Hey, hey, take me to the America, G.I.!

Clark Gable!

America! Take me to the America, G.I.!

Clark Gable, Rita Hayworth!

Mamma mia what a beauty.

I think you got hit

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