They've killed the boy! They've killed young Paolo!
They've killed your son Paolo!
Murderers! Murderers!
My son...
All my respect, Don Ciccio.
You killed my husband because he wouldn't give in to you.
And his oldest son Paolo...
...because he swore revenge.
But Vito is only nine. And dumb-witted.
He never speaks.
It's not his words I'm afraid of.
He's weak. He couldn't hurt anyone.
But when he grows, he'll grow strong.
Don't worry. This little boy can't do a thing to you.
When he's a man, he'll come for revenge.
I beg you, Don Ciccio, spare my only son.
He's all I have left.
I swear to God he'll never do you any harm. Spare him!
Move and I'll kill him!
Run, Vito!
Kill him!
Any family who hides the boy Vito Andolini will regret it!
You understand?
Anybody who hides the boy Vito Andolini is in for trouble!
Vito, we're praying for you!
If anyone is hiding the boy Vito Andolini...
...turn him over to us.
Don Ciccio will thank you for it!
It'll be better for the boy, and better for you!
Any family who hides the boy Vito Andolini will regret it!
Nurse.
Money?
Interpreter!
Where are you from?
- What is your name? - Maria.
What is your name?
Come on, son. What is your name?
Vito Andolini from Corleone.
Corleone. Vito Corleone.
Okay, over there.
Next.
Tell him he has smallpox. Quarantine three months.
Vito Corleone!
Here he is. This is him.
Did you bring the car keys?
Laurie! Laurie!
Mama!
- Look who's here. - Father Carmelo.
- This is Father Carmelo. - I'm Merle Johnson.
Mama!
- Here I am. - Constanzia, after one week?
I sent the car to the airport last week to pick you up.
It was chaos. Anyway, here I am, just one week late. This is for my mama!
- What is this? - You remember Merle?
Hello. How are you? Thank you.
Where's Michael? I've got to talk to him and I can't wait on line.
You go see your children first.
Then you worry about waiting on line to see your brother. Like everybody else.
Ladies and gentlemen...
A most distinguished guest would like to say a few words.
Please welcome Senator Pat Geary of the State of Nevada.
And there is Mrs Geary.
Thank you very much.
This is a very, very happy day for me and my wife Mrs Geary.
We see Nevada far too seldom.
But today we can join with old friends, we can make new friends,
and we help celebrate a young man's first Communion.
And also to thank that boy's family for a magnificent contribution to the State.
I have here in my hand a cheque made out to the university,
and it is a magnificent endowment in the name of...
...Anthony Vito Corleone.
The cheque is signed by that young man's parents,
whom I think we should recognise.
Mike, Pat, Kay - stand up, please. Let the folks see you!
Folks, I want you to join me
in giving a real Nevada thank you to Mr and Mrs Michael Corleone!
We also have, as a special added attraction, the Sierra Boys Choir,
who have chosen a certain special song and a special arrangement
to honour their host, Mr Michael Corleone.
Boys.
The plaque.
Okay, fellows, did you get that one?
Okay, that's good.
Now, Senator, just you and Mrs Corleone.
My lawyer Tom Hagen. Senator Geary.
He arranged everything through your man Turnbull.
- Yes, yes. - Sit down.
I thought that you and I would talk alone.
I trust these men with my life, Senator. To ask them to leave would be an insult.
Well, it's perfectly all right with me,
but I am a blunt man and I intend to speak very frankly to you.
Maybe more frankly than anyone in my position has ever talked to you before.
The Corleone family has done well in Nevada.
You own, or control, two major hotels in Vegas,
and one in Reno. The licences were grandfathered in,
so there was no problem with the Gaming Commission.
Now my sources tell me
that you plan to make a move against the Tropigala.
They tell me that, within a week, you're going to move Klingman out.
Quite an expansion. However, it will leave you with a little technical problem.
The licence will still be in Klingman's name.
- Turnbull is a good man. - Yeah, well, let's cut out the bullshit.
I don't want to spend more time here than I have to. You can have the licence.
The price is 250,000 dollars.
Plus five per cent of the gross monthly,
of all four hotels, Mr Corleone.
The price for the licence is less than 20,000 dollars, right?
That's right.
- Why would I pay more than that? - Because I intend to squeeze you.
I don't like your kind of people.
I don't like to see you come out to this clean country in oily hair,
dressed up in those silk suits
and try to pass yourselves off as decent Americans.
I'll do business with you, but the fact is that I despise your masquerade,
the dishonest way you pose yourself and your whole fucking family.
Senator...
...we're both part of the same hypocrisy.
But never think it applies to my family.
All right, all right.
Some people have to play little games. You play yours.
Let's say that you'll pay me because it's in your interest.
I want your answer and the money by noon tomorrow. One more thing.
Don't you contact me again, ever.
From now on you deal with Turnbull. Open that door, son.
Senator, you can have my answer now if you like.
My offer is this:
Nothing.
Not even the fee for the gaming licence, which I would like you to put up.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Ladies! I didn't know you were out here.
- Honey, we have to go. - Really? I'm sorry.
- It's been delightful. - It was our pleasure.
It was wonderful talking to you.
Fredo! Fredo, you son-of-a-bitch, you look great!
Frank Pentangeli! I thought you was never coming out west, you big bum!
I've got to check on my boys.
- What's with the food here? - What's the matter?
A kid gives me a Ritz cracker with chopped liver and says "canapés".
I said, "Can of peas, my ass. That's a Ritz cracker and chopped liver!"
Bring out the peppers and sardines!
Seeing you reminds me of New York in the old days!
You remember Willi Cicci, who was with old man Clemenza in Brooklyn?
We were all upset about that. Heart attack, huh?
No, that was no heart attack.
That's what I'm here to see your brother Mike about.
- But what's with him? - What do you mean?
Do I have to get a letter of introduction to get a sit-down?
- You can't get in to see Mike? - He's got me waiting in a lobby!
- Johnny Ola. - Al Neri.
- Do you know my lawyer Tom Hagen? - I remember Tom from the old days.
Rocco...
- What's this? - It's an orange from Miami.
Take care of Johnny's men. They look like they might be hungry. Johnny?
Tom won't stay. He only handles specific areas of the business.
Sure, Mike.
- What are you drinking, Johnny? - Anisette.
- If you need anything, I'll be outside. - Just tell Rocco we're waiting, Tom.
- I just left Mr Roth in Miami. - How is his health?
It's not good.
Can I do anything or send anything?
He appreciates your concern, Michael, and your respect.
That casino...
Registered owners: Jacob Lawrence, Allan Barclay. Beverly Hills attorneys.
The real owners are the old Lakeville Road group and our friend in Miami.
Klingman runs it and owns a piece of it too, but I've been instructed to tell you
that if you move him out, our friend in Miami will go along.
It's very kind of him. Tell him it's greatly appreciated.
Hyman Roth always makes money for his partners.
One by one, our old friends are gone.
Death - natural or not,
prison, deported...
Only Hyman Roth is left, because he always made money for his partners.
I can't believe it! Out of 30 professional musicians there isn't one Italian!
Let's have a tarantella!
You! Up, up, up!
Questa mano!
What the hell have we here?
- I'll see my sister alone. - It concerns me too. May I stay?
How are you, honey? You've met Merle, he was with me in Vegas.
- I saw him with you. - Could I have a drink?
Al, please get him a drink!
We're going to Europe. I'd like to book passage on the Queen.
Why don't you go to a travel agent?
We're getting married first.
The ink on your divorce isn't dry yet, and you're getting married?
You see your children on weekends.
Your oldest boy was picked up in Reno for a theft you don't even know about.
You fly around the world with men who use you!
- You're not my father! - So why come to me?
I need money.
Connie, Connie, Connie...
I want to be reasonable with you.
Why don't you stay with the family?
You can live on the estate with your kids.
You won't be deprived of anything.
I don't know this Merle. I don't know what he does or what he lives on.
Tell him marriage is out of the question and you don't want to see him anymore.
He'll understand, believe me.
Connie.
If you don't listen to me, and marry this man...
...you'll disappoint me.
- Famiglia! - Cent' anni!
What's "Chen dannay"?
"Cent' anni". It means 100 years.
It means we should all live happily for 100 years. The family.
- It would be true if my father were alive. - Connie.
Hey...
Merle, you've met my sister-in-law Deanna.
- Fredo's wife. - My pleasure.
With all respect, I didn't come here to eat dinner!
I know, I know.
- I just want to dance! - You're falling all over the floor.
You're just jealous because he's a real man!
- I'm going to belt you right in the teeth. - You couldn't belt your mama!
These Dagos are crazy when it comes to their wives.
Michael says that if you can't take care of this, I have to.
- I think you'd better. - Never marry a Wop.
They treat their wives like shit! I didn't mean to say Wop. Don't!
What are you doing to me, you big slob? Help!
Fredo!
- I can't control her, Mikey. - You're my brother, don't apologise.
Clemenza promised the Rosato brothers three territories after he died.
- You took over and didn't give it to them. - I welched.
Clemenza promised them lu cazzo. He promised them nothing.
- He hated them more than I do. - Frankie, they feel cheated.
You're sitting up in the Sierra Mountains and you're drinking...
- What's he drinking? - Champagne.
...Champagne cocktails, and passing judgement on how I run my family.
Your family's still called Corleone.
And you'll run it like a Corleone.
My family doesn't eat here, doesn't eat in Las Vegas...
...and doesn't eat in Miami...
...with Hyman Roth!
You're a good old man, and I like you.
You were loyal to my father for years.
The Rosato brothers are taking hostages.
They spit right in my face, all because they're backed up by that Jew in Miami.
I know. That's why I don't want them touched.
- Not touched? - No, I want you to be fair with them.
You want me to be fair with them? How can you be fair to animals?
Tom, listen. They recruit spics, they recruit niggers.
They do violence in their grandmothers' neighbourhoods!
And everything with them is whores! And junk, dope!
And they leave the gambling to last.
I want to run my family without you on my back. I want those Rosatos dead!
- No. - Morte.
I have business that's important with Hyman Roth. I don't want it disturbed.
Then you give your loyalty to a Jew before your own blood.
You know my father did business with Hyman Roth. He respected him.
Your father did business with Hyman Roth, he respected Hyman Roth,
but he never trusted Hyman Roth
or his Sicilian messenger boy Johnny Ola.
You'll have to excuse me. I'm tired, and I'm a little drunk!
I want everybody here to know, there's not going to be no trouble from me!
Don Corleone.
Cicci, the door...
You want him to leave now?
Let him go back to New York. I've already made my plans.
The old man had too much wine.
It's late.
How's the baby?
- Sleeping inside me. - Does it feel like a boy?
Yes, it does, Michael.
Kay?
I'm sorry about all the people today. Bad timing.
It couldn't be helped, though.
It made me think of what you once told me.
"In five years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate."
That was seven years ago.
I know. I'm trying, darling.
Did you see this?
Why are the drapes open?
Kay, are you all right?
- Are you hit? - No.
It's all right.
Stop! Stop!
Halt!
They're still on the property. Please stay inside.
- Keep them alive. - We'll try.
Alive!
Stay by the door.
Yeah, come in.
- Mike, are you all right? - Yeah.
There's a lot I can't tell you, Tom.
And I know that's upset you in the past.
You felt it was because of some lack of trust or confidence.
But it's because I admire you and love you,
that I kept things secret from you.
Now you're the only one I can trust.
Fredo?
Well, he's got a good heart.
But he's weak and he's stupid, and this is life and death.
Tom, you're my brother.
I always wanted to be thought of as a brother by you, Mikey. A real brother.
I know that.
You're going to take over.
You're going to be the Don.
If what I think has happened, has happened, I'm leaving here tonight.
I give you complete power. Over Fredo and his men. Rocco, Neri, everyone.
I'm trusting you with the lives of my wife and my children, the future of this family.
- If we catch them, will we find out? - We won't catch them.
Unless I'm very wrong, they're dead already.
They were killed by somebody close to us.
Inside. Very, very frightened that they botched it.
You don't think that Rocco and Neri had something to do with this?
See... All our people are businessmen.
Their loyalty is based on that.
One thing I learned from Pop...
...was to try to think as people around you think.
On that basis, anything is possible.
Mike, they're dead! Right outside my window!
I want to get out of here. They're lying there dead!
Over here! There's two of them.
Looks like they were hired out of New York. I don't recognise them.
Won't get anything out of them now.
Fish them out.
Get rid of the bodies.
- Where's Mike? - Rocco.
Anthony, everything is going to be all right. Try to sleep.
- Did you like your party? - I got lots of presents.
I know. Did you like them?
Yeah. I didn't know the people who gave them to me.
Well, they were friends.
- Did you see my present for you? - It was on my pillow.
I'm going to be leaving very early tomorrow.
- Will you take me? - No, I can't, Anthony.
- Why do you have to go? - I have to do business.
I could help you.
I know. Some day you will.
Get some sleep.
She's really beautiful. You've got to see her.
Wait till you see her. Words can't describe her.
I left Naples. I left Mama.
For a no-good tramp!
Now here I am in America, in New York.
Alone! Thinking of my mother.
Without news from home.
Finally, a letter from Naples!
Vito, how do you like my little angel? Isn't she beautiful?
She's very beautiful.
To you, she's beautiful. For me, there's only my wife and son.
Our dear mother -
...is dead!
We'll go backstage later and take her to eat.
Sit down, you bum!
Oh, excuse me, Don Fanucci.
We'll go see her backstage.
Who was that?
The Black Hand.
That's Fanucci... the Black Hand.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
Tomorrow! Always tomorrow!
You'll pay me today!
Let's go.
Not my daughter! Let her go!
Here, take all my money!
Vito, come on.
I know what you're thinking. But you don't know how things are.
Fanucci's with the Black Hand. The whole neighborhood pays him.
Even my father, in the grocery store.
If he's Italian...
...why does he bother other Italians?
He knows they have nobody to protect them.
Forget that. Did you like my angel?
If you're happy, I'm happy.
Don't you feel well?
Is your boss treating you all right?
Forget it.
Hey, you speak Italian?
Hide this for me!
Next week I'll come and get it!
Abbandando, meet my nephew!
How's business?
It's good, it's good.
Fanucci's mad. Says the neighborhood's getting sloppy.
People don't pay on time, don't pay the full amount.
Says he's been too nice to everyone.
So Fanucci's changing?
Sure. He wants double from everybody.
Even from my father.
I'm a friend, right? So you'll let him work here?
I've got some bad news.
I feel rotten about telling you this...
But Fanucci... he's got a nephew...
And you have to give him my job.
You've always been good to me, ever since I came here.
You looked after me like a father.
I thank you.
And I won't forget it.
Vito!
Oh, no!
Take this to your family.
Thanks anyway. But please, I can't accept.
What a nice pear!
I'm Clemenza, you still have my goods?
Did you look inside?
I'm not interested in things that don't concern me.
A friend of mine has a nice rug. Maybe your wife would like it.
Sure she would. But who has money for a rug?
It would be a present. I know how to return a favor.
Yeah, sure.
My wife would like it.
The son of a bitch! He isn't home!
Damn, he didn't even leave the key.
Well, he won't mind.
This is your friend's place?
This is a real palace.
One of the best.
Vito, give me a hand, will you?
Look how pretty it is, Santino!
Come on in.
It's all right. Hyman's in there.
- Would you like a tuna sandwich? - No, thank you.
... pick up of two by Holden. Second and eight for S. C...
- Mr Roth? - Come in, Michael.
Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
It's almost over.
- Do you follow the football game? - Not for a while I haven't.
I enjoy watching football in the afternoon.
One of the things I love about this country. Baseball too.
Ever since Arnold Rothstein fixed the World Series in 1919.
I heard you had some trouble.
Stupid.
People behaving like that with guns.
The important thing is you're all right.
Good health is the most important thing.
More than success, more than money.
More than power.
I came here because there's going to be more bloodshed.
I wanted you to know, so another war won't start.
Nobody wants another war.
Frank Pentangeli asked my permission to get rid of the Rosato brothers.
When I refused he tried to have me killed. He was stupid, I was lucky.
I'll visit him soon.
The important thing is that nothing interferes with our plans for the future.
Nothing is more important.
- You're a wise and considerate man. - And you're a great man, Mr Roth.
- There's much I can learn from you. - Whatever I can do to help, Michael.
- Excuse me. Lunch. - Come in.
- Thank you, my dear. - You're going to break your eardrums.
- Enjoy it. - Thank you.
You're young, I'm old and sick.
What we'll do in the next few months will make history.
It's never been done before.
Not even your father would dream that such a thing could be possible.
Frank Pentangeli is a dead man. You don't object?
He's small potatoes.
What's up?
We got company?
Michael Corleone is here.
He's in your den. You better hurry.
He's been waiting a half hour.
Is something wrong?
I wish you would have let me know you were coming.
- I could have prepared something. - I didn't want you to know.
- You heard what happened? - I almost died. We were so relieved...
In my home!
In my bedroom where my wife sleeps!
Where my children come to play.
In my home.
I want you to help me take my revenge.
Michael, anything. What can I do?
Settle these troubles with the Rosato brothers.
I don't understand. I don't...
I don't have your brain for big deals. But this is a street thing.
That Hyman Roth in Miami. He's backing up those sons-of-bitches.
- I know he is. - So why ask me to lay down to them?
It was Hyman Roth that tried to have me killed.
I know it was him.
Jesus Christ, Mike.
Jesus Christ, let's get them all. Now while we've got the muscle.
This used to be my father's old study.
It's changed.
I remember there used to be a big desk here.