The Long Arm of the Godfather Page #6

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by the thunderbolt.

In Sicily women are more

dangerous than shotguns.

Did you have a good hunt?

You know all the girls

around here?

We saw some real beauties.

One of them struck our friend

like a thunderbolt.

She would tempt the devil himself.

Really put together.

Such hair, such mouth!

The girls around here are

beautiful... But virtuous.

This one had a purple dress...

And a purple ribbon in her hair.

A type more Greek than Italian.

Do you know her?

There's no girl like that

in this town.

My God, I understand!

What's wrong?

Let's go.

It's his daughter.

Tell him to come here.

Call him.

Fabrizio, you translate.

I apologise if I offended you.

I'm a stranger in this country.

I meant no disrespect

to you or your daughter.

I'm an American, hiding in Sicily.

My name is Michael Corleone.

There are people who'd pay a lot

of money for that information.

But then your daughter

would lose a father...

...instead of gaining a husband.

I want to meet your daughter.

With your permission, and under

the supervision of your family.

With all respect.

Come to my house Sunday morning.

My name is Vitelli.

What's her name?

I'll knock you dizzy.

Save it for the library.

We've got to pick up my sister.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

- It was my fault!

- Where is he?

It was my fault. I hit him.

I started a fight with him.

I hit him, so he hit me...

I'm just going to get a doctor

to take a look at you.

Sonny, please don't do anything.

What's the matter with you?

What am I going to do?

Make that baby an orphan

before he's born?

You spic slobs still betting Yankees?

Tell them to stop taking in action.

We lost enough money last week.

Come here, come here!

If you touch my sister again, I'll kill you.

Hey! We weren't expecting you, Kay.

You should call.

Yes, I have. I've tried writing and calling.

- I want to reach Michael.

- Nobody knows where he is.

All we know is that he's all right.

- What was that?

- An accident, but nobody was hurt.

Tom, will you give this letter to Michael.

Please?

If I accepted that, a court could prove

I have knowledge of his whereabouts.

He'll get in touch with you.

I let my cab go, so can I call

another one, please?

Come on. Sorry.

- Hello?

- Is Carlo there?

- Who is this?

- A friend of Carlo.

Tell him that I can't make it tonight

until later.

B*tch!

- Dinner's on the table.

- I'm not hungry.

- The food is getting cold.

- I'll eat out later.

You just told me to make you dinner!

She has a filthy mouth, this Guinea brat.

That's it, break it all, you spoiled

Guinea brat. Break it all!

Why don't you bring your whore

home for dinner?

Maybe I will.

- Clean it up!

- Like hell I will!

You skinny, spoiled brat.

Clean it up! Clean it up!

Clean it up! I said, clean it up!

Clean it up!

Clean it up. Clean that up, you...

Clean it!

Clean it up! Yeah, kill me.

Be a murderer, like your father!

- All you Corleones are murderers!

- I hate you!

Come on, kill me!

Get out of here!

- I hate you!

- Now I'll kill you.

You Guinea brat. Get out of here!

Connie, what's the matter?

I can't hear you.

Connie, talk louder. The baby's crying.

Santino, I can't understand.

I don't know.

Yeah, Connie.

You wait there.

No, you just wait there.

Son-of-a-b*tch.

- Son-of-a-b*tch!

- What's the matter?

Open the goddamn gate!

Get off your ass.

Sonny!

- Sonny.

- Get out of here!

Go after him, go on!

Son-of-a-b*tch. Come on!

Give me a drop.

My wife is crying upstairs.

I hear cars coming to the house.

Consigliere of mine...

...tell your Don what everyone

seems to know.

I didn't tell Mama anything.

I was about to come up and wake you

and tell you.

But you needed a drink first.

Yeah.

Well, now you've had your drink.

They shot Sonny on the causeway.

He's dead.

I want no inquiries made.

I want no acts of vengeance.

I want you to arrange a meeting...

...with the heads of the five families.

This war stops now.

Call Bonasera.

I need him now.

This is Tom Hagen. I'm calling for

Vito Corleone, at his request.

You owe your Don a service.

He has no doubt that you will repay it.

He will be at your funeral parlour

in one hour. Be there to greet him.

Well, my friend, are you ready

to do me this service?

Yes. What do you want me to do?

I want you to use all your powers

and all your skills.

I don't want his mother

to see him this way.

Look how they massacred my boy.

It's safer to teach you English!

I know English...

Monday, Tuesday, Thursday,

Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, Saturday.

Greetings, Don Tommasino.

How are things in Palermo?

Michael is teaching me to

drive... watch, I'll show you.

How are things in Palermo?

Young people don't respect

anything any more...

...times are changing for the worse.

This place has become

too dangerous for you.

I want you to move to a villa

near Siracusa... Right now.

What's wrong?

Bad news from America.

Your brother, Santino,

they killed him.

Let's go... You promised.

Get the car.

Are you driving yourself, Boss?

Is your wife coming with you?

No, take her to her father's house

until things are safe.

Okay, anything you say.

Calo, where is Apollonia?

She's going to surprise you.

She wants to drive.

She'll make a good American wife.

Wait, I'll get the baggage.

Fabrizio!

Where are you going?

Wait there! I'll drive to you.

No, Apollonia!

Don Barzini, I want to thank you

for helping me organise this meeting...

...and the other heads of the five families

from New York and New Jersey.

Carmine Cuneo from the Bronx...

...and from Brooklyn...

...Philip Tattaglia.

And from Staten Island...

...we have with us Victor Strachi.

And the other associates that came as

far as from California and Kansas City...

...and all the other territories

of the country. Thank you.

How did things ever get so far?

I don't know.

It was so unfortunate, so unnecessary.

Tattaglia lost a son, and I lost a son.

We're quits. And if Tattaglia agrees...

...then I'm willing to let things go on

as before.

We're grateful to Don Corleone

for calling this meeting.

We all know him as a man of his word.

A modest man who listens to reason.

Yes, Don Barzini. He's too modest.

He had all the judges and politicians

in his pocket.

He refused to share them.

When did I ever refuse

an accommodation?

All of you know me.

When did I ever refuse,

except one time? And why?

Because I believe this drug business

will destroy us in the years to come.

It's not like gambling or liquor

or even women...

...which is something that most people

want, but is forbidden by the Church.

Even the police that have helped us in

the past with gambling and other things...

...are going to refuse to help us

when it comes to narcotics.

I believed that then...

and I believe that now.

Times have changed.

It's not like the old days,

when we could do anything we wanted.

A refusal is not the act of a friend.

If Don Corleone had all the judges and

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