The Godfather

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 whisky

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.

Grézie, Godfather. - Preg0.

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 Baum.

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?

20, 3O grand. In small bills, cash.

In that little silk purse.

If this were somebody else's wedding... Sfortunato!

Hey, Paulie!

I got two gabagool, capocol, and a prosciut.

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 FBI 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 pa/San.

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 consig/iere.

- What's that? - That's a,

like a counsellor", an adviser". 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?

J0hnnylJohnnyI

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 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.

- How did he do that? - Made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

- What was that? - Luca Brasi held a gun to his head,

and father said that either his brains or his signature would be on the contract.

That's a true story.

That's my family, Kay. It's not me.

Beautiful!

I'll take care of it.

Tom...

I want you to find Santino. Tell him to come to the office.

How are you, Fredo?

My brother Fredo, this is Kay Adams.

- Hi. - How are you doing?

- This is my brother Mike. - Are you having a good time?

Yeah. This is your friend?

I don't know what to do. My voice is weak. It's weak.

Anyway, if I had this part in the picture, it puts me right back on top again.

But this...man won't give it to me, the head of the studio.

- What's his name? - W0ltz.

He won't give it to me, and he says there's no chance.

Sonny?

Sonny?

Sonny?

- Sonny, are you in there? - What?

The old man wants you.

One minute.

A month ago he bought the movie rights to this book, a best-seller.

The main character is a guy just like me.

I wouldn't even have to act.

Godfather, I don't know what to do.

You can act like a man! What's the matter with you?

Is this how you turned out? A Hollywood finocchio that cries like a woman?

"What can I do? What can I do?" What is that nonsense?

Ridiculous.