The Long Arm of the Godfather Page #9

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Go ahead, drink, drink.

No, you're out of the family business.

That's your punishment.

You're finished.

I'm putting you on a plane to Vegas.

Tom.

I want you to stay there. Understand?

Only don't tell me you're innocent.

Because it insults my intelligence.

Makes me very angry.

Who approached you?

Tattaglia or Barzini?

It was Barzini.

Good.

There's a car waiting outside

to take you to the airport.

I'll call your wife and tell her

what flight you're on.

- Mike...

- Get out of my sight.

Hello, Carlo.

- I'm trying to tell you...

- Mama, please!

Michael!

- What is it?

- Where is he?

Michael, you lousy bastard!

You killed my husband.

You waited until Papa died,

so nobody could stop you.

You blamed him for Sonny.

Everybody did.

But you never thought about me!

Now what are we going to do?

Connie.

Why do you think he kept Carlo at the

Mall? He knew he was going to kill him.

And you stood godfather to our baby.

You lousy cold-hearted bastard!

Want to know how many men he had

killed with Carlo? Read the papers!

That's your husband,

that's your husband!

No! No, no...

Take her upstairs. Get her a doctor.

She's hysterical.

Hysterical.

Michael, is it true?

- Don't ask me about my business, Kay.

- Is it true?

Don't ask me about my business.

Enough!

All right.

This one time.

This one time I'll let you ask me

about my affairs.

Is it true?

Is it?

No.

I guess we both need a drink. Come on.

Don Corleone.

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