THE GODFATHER: PART II

Written by

Mario Puzo

Francis Ford Coppola

Based on a Novel

By

Mario Puzo
FADE IN:

The Paramount Pictures logo is presented over a simple black

background, as a single trumpet plays the familiar theme of
a waltz. White lettering fades in:

Mario Puzo's THE GODFATHER

There is a pause, as the trumpet concludes, and there is the

additional title: - Part Two -

INT. DON CORLEONE'S OLD OFFICE - CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

CORLEONE - DAY

standing impassively, like a young Prince, recently crowned

King.

CLOSE VIEW ON Michael's hand. ROCCO LAMPONE kisses his hand.

Then it is taken away. We can SEE only the empty desk and
chair of Michael's father, Vito Corleone. We HEAR, over
this, very faintly a funeral dirge played in the distance,
as THE VIEW MOVES SLOWLY CLOSER to the empty desk and chair.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. A SICILIAN LANDSCAPE - FULL VIEW - DAY

We can barely make out the funeral procession passing over

the burnt-brown of a dry river bed. The figures move slowly,
seemingly from out of hundreds of years of the past.

The MUSICIANS walking unsteadily on the rocky bed, their

instruments harsh and blaring.

They are followed by six young peasant men, carrying the

crude wooden coffin on their shoulders. Then the widow, a
strong large woman, dressed in black, and not accepting the
arms of those walking with her.

Behind her, not more than twenty relatives, few children and
paisani continue alone behind the coffin.

Suddenly, we HEAR the shots of the lupara, and the musicians

stop their playing. The entire procession scatters in odd
directions along the rocky river bed.

The young men struggle with the burden of the heavy coffin,
throwing it out of balance and nearly crashing to the
ground. We hear a woman SCREAMING:
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WOMAN
(Sicilian)
They've killed young Paolo!
They've killed the boy Paolo!

EXT. SICILIAN LANDSCAPE - MED. VIEW - DAY

across the slain body of a fourteen year old boy, lying on

the parched ground. In the distance we see four or five of
the mourning women, the wind blowing their black dresses and
veils, running up to the body of the boy. They begin to
wail, and cry out in anguished Sicilian, as the widow, the
mother of the murdered boy, holds her child in her arms, his
fresh blood wetting her strong hands.

EXT. BARONIAL ESTATE - TIGHT MOVING VIEW - DAY

A boy, eight or nine, with wide, frightened eyes, being

pulled quickly by the hand. This is VITO ANDOLINI, who is to
become The Godfather.

The VIEW ALTERS revealing that he is being pulled along by

his Mother, the Widow, across a field leading to the
ornamental gates of a Baronial Estate of some forgotten
Noble.

At various positions near the gates are men with shotguns,

or lupara. The gates are opened; and the Widow and her boy
are shown before DON FRANCESCO, a man in his sixties. He
wears his trousers with suspenders, and an open white shirt
sloppily tucked in over his enormous belly. He wears a hat
to protect him from the white-hot sun, and proudly displays
a gold watch and chain over his vest.

He sits in a chair, near a group of his men in the garden,

listening to the Widow, who stands before him with her only
son.

WIDOW
(Sicilian)
Don Francesco. You murdered my
husband, because he would not bend.
And his oldest son Paolo, because
he swore revenge. But Vitone is
only nine, and dumb-witted. He
never speaks.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
I'm not afraid of his words.

WIDOW
(Sicilian)
He is weak.
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DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
He will grow strong.

WIDOW
(Sicilian)
The child cannot harm you.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
He will be a man, and then he will
come for revenge.

As she pleads, the Widow moves closer to the Don, until she
has practically thrown herself to her knees before him.

WIDOW
(Sicilian)
I beg you, Don Francesco, spare my
only son. He is all I have. In the
name of the Holy Spirit, I swear he
will never be a danger to you...

Suddenly, she reaches under her skirt, where she has hidden
a kitchen knife.

WIDOW (CONT’D)
(continuing)
But I will kill you myself!
(she lunges at the Mafia
chieftain)
Vitone, go!

The boy runs as fast as he can out through the gates. Then
there is a lupara blast. He turns, and sees his Mother flung
a distance of five feet from the short range of the terrible
blast of the shotgun. Then he sees the men turn their
attention to him. One fires at him; but the boy is quick,
and disappears into a grove of olive trees.

EXT. STREETS OF CORLEONE - NIGHT

Two men roam the deserted streets of Corleone, carrying

lupare. Every so often, they stop, and one shouts in a loud,
almost singsong voice, like a fish peddler. Their names are
MOSCA and STROLLO.

MOSCA
(Sicilian)
Our Friend promises misery to
anyone who harbors the boy Vito
Andolini.
(he turns and shouts in
the other direction)
(MORE)
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MOSCA (CONT'D)
Our Friend promises misery to
anyone who harbors the boy Vito
Andolini.

INT. A HOUSE - NIGHT

A family quietly eats their dinner. The father is the local

policeman, as indicated by his uniform jacket and gun,
hanging nearby.

STROLLO
(Sicilian, O.S.)
Our Friend will be hard with any
family who gives help to Vito
Andolini.

One of the children looks up, about to speak. But the father
sternly indicates that nothing must be said. They go on with
their dinner.

EXT. THE STREETS OF CORLEONE - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

The men continue walking up and throughout the streets, far

in the distance.

MOSCA
(Sicilian O.S.)
...misery to any family who harbors
the boy, Vito...

INT. A BARN - NIGHT

Four little girls watch with wide eyes as their mother and
father bind Vito tightly in swaddled cloth, and then lift
him up to the side of a mule; counter-balancing a heavy load
of firewood. The father looks at the boy's almost stoically
calm little face.

FATHER
(Sicilian)
Vito...We pray for you.

He pulls the fabric over the boy's face.

MOSCA
(Sicilian O.S.)
...Andolini...

STROLLO
(Sicilian O.S.)
Our Friend promises misery to any
family...
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EXT. THE CHURCH PLAZA - NIGHT

The men continue on their night-walk, up to the plaza of the

church.

STROLLO
(Sicilian)
...who harbors the boy Vitone
Andolini.

The figure of a single man on a mule passes them.

MOSCA
(Sicilian)
Let no one give help to the boy
Vito Andolini...

The man on the mule makes his way out of the village and
disappears into the distance.

We begin to hear, very quietly, the Waltz repeated once

again.

EXT. STEAMSHIP - CLOSE VIEW ON VITO - DAY

huddled in blankets, on the deck of the ship in Steerage. He

does not say a word. The Waltz grows louder as the VIEW
ALTERS, revealing the hundreds of immigrant families huddled
together with all their earthly possessions on their way to
America.

Then, suddenly, the Waltz stops.

THE NEW YORK HARBOR - DAY

SILENCE. We glide past the Statue of Liberty.

VIEW on the IMMIGRANTS standing on shipboard silently;

looking. Vito is standing with them, his eyes wide.

CAMERA MOVES IN on the statue, then MOVING PAST, on to the

beautiful buildings of Ellis Island.

EXT. ELLIS ISLAND - DAY

A tugboat pulls a barge brimming with immigrants into the

Ellis Island harbor. Uniformed officials of the Immigration
Service load them up toward the main building.

INT. ELLIS PROCESSING HALL - DAY

The hundreds of immigrant families sit on rows of benches in

the great hall. Various painted lines lead to the steps and
processing rooms above.
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There is the babble of many interviews going on

simultaneously, uncertainly, in different languages.

Vito is bundled in an old coat, with a large tag pinned on

it: "Vitone Andolini -- Corleone, Sicilia."

He stands, moves up in the line, when several other

immigrant boys, older than he, rush up an push him back in
the line. Weak from the trip, he falls to the floor. The
boys laugh, derisive in a language he cannot understand. He
struggles to his feet, lifting his makeshift bags; staring
at them in an icy hatred.

INT. PROCESSING ROOM - DAY

Three or four interviews are crowded into the small room;

they are conducted in English. From the expression on Vito's
face, and from the fragmented of the English, we realize
that he doesn't understand a word of it.

OFFICIAL
(English)
What is your name?

The man waits, impatiently.

OFFICIAL (CONT’D)
Your name?

Vito doesn't answer. The Official pulls the tag pinned onto
his coat and copies to down on his form, using a typewriter.

OFFICIAL (CONT’D)
(speaking as he types)
Vito...Corleone. Step up, over
there.

He hands the form to another official.

CLOSE VIEW on the form. The name has been entered as Vito
Corleone.

INT. MEDICAL EXAM - DAY

Vito is stripped to the waist, as other immigrants wait.

The DOCTOR is just finishing his examination. He shakes his

head, and then writes on the medical form.

DOCTOR
Can you understand me?

Vito stares blankly.

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DOCTOR (CONT’D)
You understand? Smallpox.
Smallpox.

He doesn't understand. The doctor turns to the Immigration

Official.

DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Quarantine...six months.

UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY - MOVING VIEW - DAY

Officials move a group of immigrant men, including Vito, to

the quarantine section of the Island.

INT. QUARANTINE HALLWAY - DAY

The official stops at each doorway, and reads off a name.

OFFICIAL
Salvatore Ormenta.

The man moves into the room, and the group proceeds.

OFFICIAL (CONT’D)
Vito Corleone.

No one responds. The guard moves to the boy, reads his new
name tag. And then, not unkindly:

GUARD
That's you.

He opens the door, and Vito enters the room.

EXT. THE STATUE OF LIBERTY - DAY

The VIEW slowly begins to pull back, revealing this to be

the view from inside the quarantine cell, where Vito stands
on his bench, looking out to the statue through the barred
window.

Then he turns, and sits in the corner. He is silent for a

long time.

Then, in a sweet, pure voice, he sings to himself in

Sicilian.

DISSOLVE TO:
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INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - MOVING CLOSE SHOT - DAY

A nine year old boy, dressed immaculately in white, with a

large white silk bow tied to his shoulder, moving slowly
down the aisle of the church with a group of other children
dressed in white. He has dark black hair, and his face is
unmistakably similar to young Vito's. He moves slowly, his
hands clasped around a golden missal. We HEAR only the pure
voice of Vito in Sicilian, his sad song reaching out from
the past, as ANTHONY CORLEONE, his Grandson, moves on the
way to his First Holy Communion more than fifty years later.

FULL VIEW
The little children move in
procession down to the Altar, where
the PRIEST raises the Host, and
performs the Communion Mass in
Latin.

PRIEST
Ecce Agnus Dei, ecce qui tollit
peccata mundi.

MOVING VIEW ON THE PRIEST

and Altar boys, as he moves along the row of kneeling

children, blessing them, and administering their first
Communion.

CLOSE MOVING VIEW

as the innocent faces receive the Host; finally, the Priest

comes to Anthony.

PRIEST
Corpus Christi.

ANTHONY
Amen.

EXT. LAKE TAHOE ESTATE - DAY

The lawns of this great estate on the shore of Lake Tahoe

are covered with guests of a wonderful party to honor the
First Holy Communion of Anthony Corleone, the son of Mr. and
Mrs. Michael Corleone. A full dance orchestra plays music of
the times on a pavilion bandstand built especially for the
occasion. Speedboats roar through the water, pulling
youthful waterskiers; and the pool and private harbor are
filled with laughing, swimming guests. It is Fall of 1958.
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MED. VIEW
Anthony, in his Communion suit sits
alone at the table, looking like a
lonely young Prince.

KAY (O.S.)
Smile, Anthony. Smile.

He does, and a flash goes off.

PHOTOGRAPHER (O.S.)
Now, one with the whole family.

KAY (O.S.)
Mr. Corleone can't right now...

KAY CORLEONE enters from the side, leading her four year old
daughter, MARY, and MAMA CORLEONE to pose with Anthony.

KAY (O.S.) (CONT’D)

...but we'll get one with the
ladies.

PHOTOGRAPHER
All together now, c'mon, Anthony...
CHEESE and
(flash)

KAY
Thank you.

She smiles as she leaves the photographer, and then lets out
a weary sigh to Mama, as she touches the slightly protruding
belly.

KAY (CONT’D)
Do you think it'll show in the
picture?

MAMA
Two months never shows. Two months
look like you had a big lunch.

VOICE (O.S.)
Oh, Mrs. Corleone.

A slender, aristocratic WOMAN in her late forties is waving

to KAY.

MRS. BARRETT
Hello, Mrs. Corleone. I'm Fran
Barrett, our place is just down the
lake. This is my husband, Marshall.
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KAY
I'm so happy you could come.

MR. BARRETT
The place is transformed. We've
been watching workmen come and go
all summer.

MRS. BARRETT
Where is Mr. Corleone?

KAY
A business meeting ran late...but
he promised he wouldn't be long.

Kay puts her arm around little Anthony's shoulder.

KAY (CONT’D)
This is our son Anthony Vito
Corleone. Today he made his First
Holy Communion.

EXT. TAHOE GATE AND KENNELS - DAY

A confusion of cars; arriving and parking. The squad of

parking attendants are supplemented by a whole team of the
local Police, working as high-class parking valets.

A very beautiful, statuesque woman, though slightly drunk,

DEANNA DUNN, slams the door of a powder blue Mercedes and
hurries barefoot through the great stone gate.

DEANNA
I will not shut my mouth, and keep
your Goddamn hands off of me!

She is followed by a harried, FREDDIE CORLEONE, dressed with

flash in the Hollywood style, and carrying her shoes in his
hands.

FREDO
Honey! Wait a minute; let's go for
a drive.

DEANNA
I just had a drive; besides, I want
to see my brother-in-law Michael.

FREDO
(trying to get her to put
her shoes on)
Yeah, but I don't want him to see
you.
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Deanna pauses reflectively a moment, allowing Fredo to get

her shoes on.

DEANNA
What beats me, is how you guys
could be brothers. You musta been
your Mother's rotten egg.

She kicks off the shoes, giggling, and runs toward a waiter.

DEANNA (CONT’D)
(lifting a glass of
champagne)
Young man, young man...thank you,
young man.

WAITER
(impressed)
Excuse me, but aren't you...

DEANNA
Yes, you saw me in the movies, Good
Humor man, and yes, I had more off
than my shoes!

FREDO
Goddamn bitch.

DEANNA
Relax, Freddie honey. Come dance
with me.

She extends her hand to him.

FREDO
Listen, Michael's got a lot of nice
people here. Friends of Kay's.
He'll never forgive me if you ruin
his party.

DEANNA
I hate to see you cringe in front
of him. How come you're so scared
of your own kid brother?

FREDO
He's the head of the family.

Disgusted, she turns around, and heads toward the music.

DEANNA
Don't follow me!
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EXT. TAHOE LAWN AND TABLES - MED. SHOT - DAY

Rushing through the tables, waving an arm jangling with gold

jewelry, and carrying several gift-wrapped packages, is a
hardened and aging CONNIE CORLEONE. She is followed by a
blond, and wrinkled-handsome escort named MERLE.

CONNIE
Mama...Mama! Here I am!

She throws her arms around her Mother, who returns the
affection somewhat reproachfully.

MAMA
Constanzia. We expected you last
week; we sent the car to pick you
up at the airport last week.

CONNIE
I know, it was chaos; but anyway,
here I am one week late.
(lifting a shiny green
package out of Merle's
arms)
This is for my Mama. You remember
Merle?

MAMA
(not giving him a chance
to greet her)
Yes, thank you.

CONNIE
How are the kids?

MAMA
Well, thank you, they asked for you
all week.

CONNIE
I got surprises for everybody!

MAMA
(glancing at the
wrapping)
Bought at the airport.

CONNIE
(gazing about)
This is swell. Where's Michael?
I've got things to get straight
with him and I can't wait on line.
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MAMA
You go see your children first, and
then you wait to see your brother
like everybody else.

EXT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

A porch-like foyer of the boathouse, where a group of five

or six men wait, some nervously. Some sit, and some pace.

MED. CLOSE VIEW

on one of these men, FRANKIE PENTANGELI, approaching his

sixties, with gray hair (the little of it left). He's a bit
scruffy, this morning's shave of his white beard is not
perfect, and he seems tired. He is accompanied by an
associate-bodyguard, WILLY CICCI; thin and dark, and also
dressed up for the occasion. Frankie tries to get the
attention of one of the waiters; a college-groomed young man
in white sports jacket and black bow-tie.

PENTANGELI
Hey, kid! You got any red wine?

WAITER
(offering the tray)
Only champagne and cocktails.

PENTANGELI
Forget it...

Finally, he sees someone he recognizes, Fredo, and shouts

out in a husky voice:

PENTANGELI (CONT’D)
Fredo! Sonuvabitch. You look
great.

Fredo squints in his direction; finally recognizes him.

FREDO
Who's that? Pentangeli? Frankie
"Five-Angels"...thought you were
never coming West.

PENTANGELI
(affectionately)
Gotta check up on my boys. Hey,
what's with the food? Some kid in
a white jacket brings me a ritz
cracker with some chopped liver.
'Canapes,' he says.
(MORE)
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PENTANGELI (CONT'D)
I say, 'Can a peas, my ass, that's
a ritz cracker with chopped liver.'
Go get me a salami sandwich and a
glass of wine or I'll send you and
your white jacket to the dry
cleaners!

They get a good laugh at this fresh breath of New York.

FREDO
Gee, Frankie, it's good to see you.
Reminds me of old times.

PENTANGELI
You remember Willy Cicci, don't
you, Freddie? We was all together
with the old man Clemenza in
Brooklyn... before...uh...

FREDO
We were all upset about that.

PENTANGELI
That's what I'm here to talk to
your brother about. What's with
him, I got to get a letter of
introduction to have a 'sitdown'?

FREDO
(throwing his arm around
him)
C'mon, I see what I can do.

EXT. TAHOE PAVILION - MED. VIEW - DAY

The orchestra wears white summer sportcoats and black tuxedo

slacks as they play a tango behind monogrammed music stands.
A professional dance team, probably imported from Vegas,
dance the tango for the excited guests.

INT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - DAY

A large and very beautiful room overlooking the lake. It is

dominated by an enormous bar, behind which stands ALBERT
NERI, discreetly in the background.

MICHAEL CORLEONE sits on a large sofa, his back to us.

Standing to one side is a tired and somewhat uneasy TOM
HAGEN. Standing before Michael is SANDRA CORLEONE, Sonny's
widow; her daughter, one of the twins, FRANCESCA CORLEONE,
and a handsome young man of twenty, GARDNER SHAW.
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SANDRA
Michael, this is Gardner Shaw.
Francesca and he have been seeing
each other for six months now.
Gardner, this is Francie's Uncle
Michael.

GARDNER
(a little nervous)
I've heard a lot about you, Mr.
Corleone.

MICHAEL (O.S.)
Sit down. Francie.

The couple sit themselves on the sofa opposite Michael.

SANDRA
They would like to set an
engagement date, and...

MICHAEL
Let them speak for themselves.

VIEW ON MICHAEL, calm, thoughtful. One can tell that he has

special affection for his niece.

FRANCESCA
We love each other, Uncle Michael.
And, we want to be married. I came
to ask for your blessing.

There is a loud KNOCKING on the door; then Fredo's voice.

FREDO (O.S.)
Hey, Mike...guess who's here?

Neri goes to answer it, cracks the door open.

NERI
Not now, Freddie...

FREDO
Tell Mike Frankie 'Five-Angels' is
here.

NERI
Not now...

Neri closes the door, and Michael looks at the nervous young
man.
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MICHAEL
Francesca is my oldest brother's
daughter. He died many years ago,
and ever since I've felt much more
of a father than an uncle. I love
her very much. I'm pleased and
impressed that you had the thought
to come to me before going on with
your plans. It shows me that you're
a considerate man, and will be good
to her. What are you studying in
college?

GARDNER
My major is Fine Arts, sir.

MICHAEL
How will Fine Arts support your new
wife?

GARDNER
It's embarrassing to say, sir, but
I'm a major stockholder in the
family corporation.

MICHAEL
(smiling)
Never be embarrassed by your
wealth. This recent contempt for
money is still another trick of the
rich to keep the poor without it.
(warmly)
Of course I give you my blessing.
Let's set the wedding soon...it
will be my pleasure to give the
bride away.

They all smile, and rise.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
(continuing)
...and take a few courses in
Business Administration just to be
on the safe side!

They laugh; Michael moves toward them. Francesca throws her

arms around him, and kisses her favorite uncle. The flushed
young man shakes his hand heartily.

FRANCESCA
Thank you, Uncle Michael.

They all take their leave; Michael turns to Hagen.

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MICHAEL
Make her dowry impressive. He comes
from a family who still thinks an
Italian bride goes barefoot.

EXT. TAHOE SWIMMING POOLS AND HARBOR - DAY

Francesca and Gardner are greeted by her twin sister and

their young friends, who squeal and embrace at the good
news. Someone throws someone in the pool, and life is good.

MED. CLOSE
Francesca kisses her Aunt Kay.

FRANCESCA
Uncle Michael is the greatest man
ever!

VIEW on Kay - happy for her niece.

INT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - DAY

Michael sits in the darkened boathouse. Tom Hagen paces.

Michael is looking at photographs. Neri stands over him.

CLOSE ON MICHAEL

studying the pictures.

NERI (O.S.)
His name is Fred Vincent. He owns a
small pizza parlor in Buffalo...

CLOSE ON THE PICTURES

Snapshots of a middle-aged man, handsome, Italian. There is

something familiar about him.

NERI (O.S.)
(continuing)
...American wife and two small
kids. We traced him and found that
he's in the country illegally, from
Sicily...

Michael looks at another picture. The same man. Only

younger, and dressed in Sicilian shepherd's clothing. We
remember him as FABRIZZIO...Michael's traitorous bodyguard
in Sicily.

NERI (O.S.) (CONT’D)

...came over around 1956. Sponsored
by the Barzini Family.
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Michael puts the pictures down.

MICHAEL
It's him. Fabrizzio.
(almost to himself)
Revenge is a dish that tastes best
when it's cold.

NERI
How do you want me to handle it?

Michael glances at Hagen, who has been waiting in the room.

MICHAEL
Later. Tom?

Hagen brings him a folder; then, as Michael glances through

it:

HAGEN
I've cleared it through the
Senator's chief aide, a man named
Turnbull. Turnbull's a heavy
gambler, and into us for over a
hundred grand, so I figure his
information is reliable.

Neri moves to the bar, to prepare Michael a drink.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
The Senator can be set up; but he
thinks of himself as a clean
politician. So it's got to be on
terms he can live with: campaign
contribution, donation to a
charitable cause that he controls,
things like that. If he gets even
the inkling that you think you're
buying him, he'll freeze up.
Nevada's a funny state, they like
things both ways here... All right.
Turnbull says the Senator will be
here at two-thirty, and he's been
primed. He knows you'll want to
meet with him alone, and he knows
it's about the Tropicana's license.
At any rate, he expects to be
introduced around to some of the
influential people here today, and
generally treated as an ordinary
guest. Just go light on him, Mikey,
sometimes the biggest crooks don't
like to think of themselves as
crooks...
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Michael glances at Hagen, as though that last remark was

unnecessary.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
I'm sorry; of course, you know
that.

MICHAEL
Two-thirty. That gives me time to
see my boy.

HAGEN
Connie's outside.

Michael doesn't want to see her.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
I promised; she said it was urgent.

Michael nods.

MICHAEL
All right. Apologize to Pentangeli.

Neri opens the door; Hagen exits, and Connie steps in

impatiently, followed by Merle.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
I said I would see my sister,
alone.

MERLE
I think this concerns me too.
(taking a cigarette from
the dispenser)
You don't, do you?

Connie steps forward, kisses Michael on the cheek.

CONNIE
How are you, honey? You've met
Merle, haven't you. He was with me
in Vegas.

MICHAEL
I saw him with you.

CONNIE
We're going to Europe next week. I
want to get passage booked on the
Queen.
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MICHAEL
Why do you come to me? Why don't
you go to a travel agent?

MERLE
We're going to get married first.

Michael is silent. Then he rises, and moves to the window

overlooking the lake.

MICHAEL
The ink on your divorce isn't dry.
Your children see you on weekends;
your oldest boy, Michael Francis...
was in some trouble with the Reno
police over some petty theft that
you don't even know about.

CONNIE
Michael...

MICHAEL
You fly around the world with lazy
young men who don't have any love
for you, and use you like a whore.

CONNIE
You're not my father!

MICHAEL
Then why do you come to me?

CONNIE
Because I need MONEY!

MICHAEL
(softly)
Connie, I want to be reasonable
with you. You have a house here,
with us. You can live here with
your kids...and you won't be
deprived of anything. I don't know
much about Merle; I don't know what
he does for a living; what he lives
on. Why don't you tell him marriage
is really out of the question; and
that you can't see him any more.
He'll understand. But if you
disobey me, and marry this
pimp...it would disappoint me.
 21.

CONNIE
It was my father's money; and I'm
entitled to what I need. Where is
Tom Hagen?

She turns angrily, leaving Michael standing face to face

with Merle.

MICHAEL
Are you finished?

MERLE
I think so.

MICHAEL
Then out.

Merle puts out his cigarette and leaves, quickly.

EXT. TAHOE PAVILION - FULL VIEW - DAY

The orchestra has struck up a "Paul Jones," where two

concentric circles of young people march in opposite
directions, until the music stops. Then they take whomever
is opposite them as their new dance partner.

VIEW ON THE HARBOR AREA

Francesca and her twin, Gardner and their elite young

friends roar out of the private harbor, to get up on the
water skis. We notice ROCCO LAMPONE, move along a path
leading to a separate and more private boathouse. A small
covered craft approaches, ties off, and a group of three men
step on to the pathway, shake hands with Lampone - and
follow him to the large boathouse where Michael conducts his
business.

CLOSE VIEW
Pentangeli has led Mama up to the
dance floor, and is having some
difficulty with the orchestra.

PENTANGELI
I can't believe that out of thirty
professional musicians, not one of
you is Italian!
(as the musicians laugh)
C'mon, give us a tarantella.

He waves his hands, conducting, and singing. The piano

starts a vamp, the drums uncertainly join in. A clarinet
starts to play "Pop Goes the Weasel," and soon the rest of
the orchestra is playing that.
 22.

They look to Pentangeli for approval. Disgusted, he goes

back to his table, eating a handful of canapes.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

Rocco ushers an older Italian, bundled up against the cold

and wet of his boatride, to Michael.

The man shows respect to Michael, who quickly indicates that

Neri should get him a drink.

MICHAEL
Rocco, his friends must be hungry.
See what you can do, but I'd like
to keep them away from the guests.

The older man, JOHNNY 'BLUE BOY' OLA, gestures to his

bodyguards, and they follow Lampone.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
You know my lawyer, Tom Hagen.
Johnny Ola.

OLA
Sure, I remember Tom from the old
days.

Tom shakes hands with Ola, remembering him, and his

importance.

MICHAEL
Tom isn't going to sit in with us,
Johnny. He only handles specific
areas of the family business. Tom?

HAGEN
Sure, Mikey.

He gathers up some of his papers, as the three men remain

silent, waiting for him to go before they talk. It's clear
Tom doesn't want to be excluded.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
If you need anything, just...

MICHAEL
Just tell Rocco I'm waiting.

Hagen nods and leaves. As soon as the door closes:

OLA
I just left our friend in Miami.
 23.

MICHAEL
How is his health?

OLA
Not good.

MICHAEL
Is there anything I can do;
anything I can send?

OLA
He appreciates your concern,
Michael, and your respect.

There's a KNOCK on the door; a moment, and then Rocco

quietly enters and takes his place without disturbing the
conversation.

OLA (CONT’D)
The hotel's registered owners are
one Jacob Lawrence, and Sidney
Barclay, both Beverly Hills
attorneys. In reality it's split
between the Old Lakeville Road
Group from Cleveland, and our
friend in Miami. He takes care of
others outside the country, you
know who I mean. Meyer Klingman
runs the store, and does all right,
but I've been instructed to tell
you, that if you move him out, our
friend in Miami will go along with
you.

MICHAEL
He's very kind, tell him it's
appreciated. I'm sure it will be
profitable all the way around.

OLA
He always makes money for his
partners. One by one, our old
friends are gone. Death, natural or
not, prison, deported. Our friend
in Miami is the only one left,
because he always made money for
his partners.

The door opens suddenly, and standing there in his white

Communion suit, is Michael's boy Anthony. A moment later,
Kay appears, and takes the boy's hand.

KAY
Anthony, Daddy's busy.
 24.

MICHAEL
(rising)
This is my boy, and my wife. Mr.
John Ola of Miami.

KAY
I'm sorry, Michael. Senator Geary's
here, and Mr. and Mrs. Barrett
wanted to thank you before they
left. Won't you join us, Mr. Ola?

MICHAEL
Mr. Ola's just leaving, Kay. Please
tell the Senator I won't be a
minute.

Pause; she stands there a moment.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
(continuing)
Kay.

KAY
Yes, Michael.

EXT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

Kay closes the door. It seems as though Michael has violated

some sort of promise to her by having this man here today.
She looks up toward the first boathouse.

WHAT SHE SEES:

The covered launch, and Ola's three bodyguards, eating while

they wait.

MED. VIEW
Anthony runs away from her, heading
toward the house.

KAY
Anthony!
(she runs after him)
Anthony, where are you going?

Moodily, the boy stops, turns, and walks back to his table
of honor without answering her.

EXT. TAHOE TABLES AND PAVILION - VIEW ON THE PAVILION - DAY

The orchestra has taken its break; now two couples in formal
dress are performing the Quartet from Rigoletto.
 25.

VIEW ON HAGEN

sitting by himself, a little down, having a drink. He's

waiting for Michael to re-summon him. SANDRA, Sonny's widow,
sits opposite him.

HAGEN
Where's my wife?

SANDRA
With Mama, putting the baby to
sleep. Francesca's very happy.
Michael was kind to her. She
idolizes him.
(pause; she looks at a
despondent Hagen)
The children are all out in the
speedboat. I'm going to my house.

Sandra gets up, still an attractive woman, and walks alone

to the back path that leads to her home on the estate.

VIEW ON THE PAVILION

The returned orchestra strikes a big, show-biz chord,

intended to command the guests' attention.

The orchestra LEADER raises his hands for silence, and makes
an announcement over the P.A. system.

MAESTRO
Ladies and gentlemen, a most
distinguished guest would like to
say a few words: Senator and Mrs.
Pat Geary of the state of Nevada!

A big hand, as the smiling SENATOR introduces his WIFE by

holding her arm up to the crowd, and then proceeds alone to
the bandstand.

MED. VIEW
Michael stands with Kay and Mrs.
Geary. The Senator's presence seems
to be a statement of political and
social status.

A little distance away, his beautiful son Anthony sits

quietly, in an unmistakably morose mood.

INT. TAHOE - SANDRA'S HOUSE - DAY

We HEAR the applause and whistles echoing in the distance.

Sandra stands in her bedroom, looking at the door. We SEE a
photograph of SONNY, and also one of their wedding.
 26.

A moment goes by, and then Tom Hagen enters, closing the
door behind him.

We begin to HEAR Senator Geary's amplified voice resounding

over the lake. Hagen moves to Sandra. She takes him in her
arms, comforting, holding his head against her full breast.

HAGEN
(quietly)
He doesn't want my help any more.
He doesn't need it.

SANDRA
We don't know that's true, he never
said that.

HAGEN
I can feel it in the way he talks
to me.

He moves to the dresser; pours himself a drink.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
Just now when Johnny Ola showed up,
he asked me to leave them alone.
Ola is Hyman Roth's Sicilian
contact. I was on the inside of
ten, twenty meetings with him. But
today Mike asked me to leave, like
an outsider.

SANDRA
Talk to him. Tell him how you feel.

HAGEN
It's as though he blames me for the
ground the family lost when I was
Consigliere to Sonny.

Sandra pulls Hagen to her, and kisses him passionately on

the mouth.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
I love Michael, I want to help him,
be close to him. I don't want to
end up a third string lawyer making
property settlements for the
hotels.

Sandra knows he needs her. Slowly she begins to undress.

SANDRA
We have a little time now.
 27.

EXT. THE PAVILION - VIEW ON SENATOR GEARY - DAY

SENATOR GEARY
...my thanks, and the thanks of the
young people of the State of
Nevada, for this most impressive
endowment...
(he holds a check in his
hand)
...made to the University in the
name of Anthony Vito Corleone.
Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Corleone.

Applause. Senator Geary returns the microphone to the

Maestro who adds:

MAESTRO
And now, the Nevada Boys' Choir
have prepared a special thank you
for Mr. Michael Corleone.

He turns to a small Choir Master, who leads the Boys' Choir

in a choral arrangement of "MR. WONDERFUL."

VIEW ON SENATOR GEARY

shaking hands with Michael, as Press Photographers snap

pictures, showing the check; showing a special award of
Gratitude from the State; Mrs. Corleone and Mrs. Geary; all
together; Michael and his son; Senator Geary and Michael's
son; and on and on. In the midst of this:

SENATOR GEARY
Where can we meet alone?

Michael indicates the boathouse a distance away, where Neri

seems to be waiting for them. Then Michael leans to Rocco:

MICHAEL
Find Hagen.

Rocco sets off; as more pictures are taken, and the:

BOYS' CHOIR
sings its lovely arrangement of
"Mr. Wonderful."

INT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Michael, the Senator, Neri and Rocco make a group in the

dark, large room.
 28.

MICHAEL
It was very kind of you to come to
my home on this occasion, Senator.
My wife has been very concerned
with making a good impression on
the people who are our neighbors,
and your appearance here has made
her very happy. If I can ever
perform a service for you, you only
have to ask.

The door opens, and Hagen sheepishly makes his way in.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
My lawyer, Tom Hagen. He arranged
this all through your man Turnbull.

SENATOR GEARY
I thought we would meet alone.

MICHAEL
I trust these men with my life.
They are my right arms; I cannot
insult them by sending them away.

SENATOR GEARY
(taking out some
medication)
Some water.

He addresses that to Neri, who resentfully goes to fetch the

Senator a glass of water.

SENATOR GEARY (CONT’D)

Alright, Corleone. I'm going to be
very frank with you. Maybe more
frank than any man in my position
has ever spoken to you before.

Michael nods, indicating that he should do so.

SENATOR GEARY (CONT’D)

The Corleone family controls two
major hotels in Vegas; one in Reno.
The licenses were grandfathered in,
so you had no difficulties with the
Gaming Commission. But I have the
idea from sources...
(takes the water from
Neri and swallows his
pills)
...that you're planning to move in
on the Tropicana.
(MORE)
 29.
SENATOR GEARY (CONT’D)
In another week or so you'll move
Klingman out, which leaves you with
only one technicality. The license,
which is now in Klingman's name.

MICHAEL
Turnbull is a good man.

SENATOR GEARY
Let's forget the bullshit, I don't
want to stay here any longer than I
have to. You can have the license
for two hundred and fifty thousand
in cash, plus a monthly fee equal
to five percent of the gross...

Michael is taken aback; he looks at Hagen.

SENATOR GEARY (CONT’D)

...of all three Corleone hotels.

Hagen is frustrated; all his information was wrong.

MICHAEL
Senator Geary, I speak to you as a
businessman who has made a large
investment in your state. I have
made that state my home; plan to
raise my children here. The license
fee from the Gambling Commission
costs one thousand dollars; why
would I ever consider paying more?

SENATOR GEARY
I'm going to squeeze you, Corleone,
because I don't like you; I don't
like the kind of man you are. I
despise your masquerade, and the
dishonest way you pose yourself and
your fucking family.

VIEW ON HAGEN

glances at Michael.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

makes no outward reaction.

MICHAEL
(quietly)
We're all part of the same
hypocrisy, Senator. But never think
it applies to my family.
 30.

SENATOR GEARY
All right, then let me say you'll
pay me because it's in your
interests to pay me.

VIEW ON GEARY

rising.

SENATOR GEARY
I'll expect your answer, with
payment, by tomorrow morning. Only
don't contact me...from now on,
deal only through Turnbull.

He is almost out the door.

MICHAEL
Senator...
(cold and calm)
...you can have my answer now if
you'd like.

Geary turns back.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
My offer is this. Nothing...not
even the thousand dollars for the
Gaming Commission, which I'd
appreciate if you would put up
personally.

Geary returns Michael's hard look; then laughs and leaves.

Slowly Michael turns to Hagen.

VIEW ON HAGEN

embarrassed at being so off the mark.

MICHAEL
It's all right, Tom, we'll talk
later. Tell Frankie Pentangeli I'd
like him to have dinner at my
family table before we do business.

EXT. THE PAVILION - NIGHT

Now the light has faltered, and the young waiters have put
up the night lights. The tables are all properly set for
dinner, with candles on each one.

The orchestra is playing quiet, unobtrusive dinner music,

and many of the guests have begun to help themselves to the
impressive buffet, under a party tent.
 31.

MED. VIEW
Michael sits at a large table with
Kay, his son Anthony, Mama, Hagen
and TERESA, Connie and Merle' Fredo
and Deanna, and Frankie Pentangeli.

MAMA
Cent' Anne.

This, the table of honor, all raise their glasses and repeat
the toast.

DEANNA
What's 'cent' Anne?'

FREDO
A hundred years...it's a toast.

CONNIE
It means we should all live happily
for one hundred years. The family.
If my Father were alive, it'd be
true.

MAMA
Connie.

CONNIE
Merle, have you met my sister-in-
law Deanna?

DEANNA
What a pleasure, Merle.
(shaking hands)

MAMA
(Sicilian)
Those two are perfect for each
other.

MERLE
What's that mean?

CONNIE
Mama!

PENTANGELI
(Sicilian)
Michael, in all respect, I didn't
come three thousand miles for
dinner.
 32.

MICHAEL
(Sicilian)
I know.

PENTANGELI
(Sicilian)
When do we talk?

MICHAEL
(Sicilian)
After dinner.

By now, the conversation has become exclusively Sicilian,

with Merle and Deanna, looking from side to side like in a
tennis match. Finally, Kay, to be polite:

KAY
Anthony, you were talking to Mr.
Pentangeli?

ANTHONY
His name is "Five-Angels."

PENTANGELI
Yeah, the kid and me talked
Sicilian. A one-way conversation!

INT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - NIGHT

Pentangeli is angry; but because it is Michael he is talking

to, he keeps his voice low and represses his desire to
shout.

PENTANGELI
Sure, Pete Clemenza died of a heart
attack, but the Rosato Brothers
gave it to him.

MICHAEL
We were all heartbroken at the
news; but that wasn't cause to
start a war.

PENTANGELI
Okay, now it's my family in
Brooklyn; and I wanna keep up
Clemenza's loyalty to you. But how
can I run my family with you
challenging my every move? You're
too far from the street, Mike, the
only way to reason with the Rosato
Brothers is to whack 'em and whack
'em fast.
 33.

MICHAEL
You were unfair with them.

PENTANGELI
Says who?

MICHAEL
Clemenza promised Rosato three
territories in the Bronx after he
died, and then you took over and
welched.

PENTANGELI
Clemenza promised them nothing, he
hated the sonsuvbitches.

MICHAEL
They feel cheated.

PENTANGELI
Michael, you're sitting up here in
the Sierra Mountains with champagne
cocktails making judgment on the
way I run my family.

MICHAEL
(suddenly in Sicilian)
Your family still carries the name
Corleone, and you will run it like
a Corleone!

PENTANGELI
(Sicilian)
And while I feed my family in New
York, you put the knife in my back
in Miami.

MICHAEL
(firm)
Frankie, you're a good old man, and
you've been loyal to my Father for
years...so I hope you can explain
what you mean.

PENTANGELI
The Rosatos are running crazy;
taking hostages, spitting in my
face, because they're backed by the
Jew in Miami.

MICHAEL
I know. That's why I want you to be
fair with them.
 34.

PENTANGELI
How can you be fair with animals?
They recruit niggers and spicks;
they do violence in their own
Grandmother's neighborhoods. And
everything is dope and whores; the
gambling is left to last. Let me
run my family without you on my
back. I want them taken care of.

MICHAEL
No. There are things that I have
planned with Hyman Roth. I don't
want them disturbed.

PENTANGELI
You give your loyalty to a Jew over
your own blood.

MICHAEL
Frankie, you know my father
respected Roth, did business with
him.

PENTANGELI
He did business...but he never
trusted him.

Pentangeli takes his hat, and leaves.

NERI
Should he go?

MICHAEL
The old man had too much vino
rosso, or he'd never talk openly
that way. Let him go back to New
York; I've already made my plans.
(he checks his watch)
It's late; I've spent so little
time at the party.

EXT. THE LAWNS AND TABLES - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

By now the sun has fallen and the lawns of the Corleone
estate are lit by moonlight. Beautifully dressed couples
dance as the orchestra plays a foxtrot of the late fifties.

VIEW ON THE DANCE FLOOR

Deanna has been dancing with Fredo; she has gotten drunk and
it teasing her husband by flirting with other men on the
floor.
 35.

DEANNA
I wanta dance...whatsa matter with
that?

FREDO
Dancing is alright; you're falling
on the floor.

DEANNA
Whatsamatter, you don't want me to
dance with him 'cause he's a man!

FREDO
Deanna, I'm going to belt you right
in the mouth!

DEANNA
These Eye-ties are really crazy
when it comes to their wives.

By now guests are starting to notice the disturbance;

Michael is with Kay, and some friends; Rocco catches his
eye.

DEANNA (O.S.) (CONT’D)

Jesus, never marry a WOP, they
treat their wives like shit.

VIEW on Kay, listening, embarrassed by her flashy sister-in-

law.

VIEW ON FREDO AND DEANNA

Rocco passes by Fredo and whispers:

ROCCO
Freddie, Mike says take care of it,
or I have to.

DEANNA
He's a friend of your brother!

Without another word, Rocco grabs firm hold of her and

whisks her out of the crowd.

DEANNA (CONT’D)
"Shuffle off to Buffa... Shuffle
off to Buffa... Shuffle off to
Buffalooooo..."

Freddie mops his forehead, and moves to Michael.

FREDO
Hey Mike, what can I say?
 36.

MICHAEL
Forget it, just go take care of
her.

EXT. THE HARBOR DECK - NIGHT

A large group of Tahoe teenagers join the Corleone

youngsters sitting around a large fire out by the harbor.
Gardner and Francie, sitting arm in arm.

EXT. TABLE OF HONOR - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Little Anthony, in his white suit, sitting alone.

EXT. MAIN GATE - NIGHT

A taxi pulls up, and is signaled over to the gate by a

policeman carrying a torch flashlight.

Connie and Merle enter; Merle tips the cop, and the cab
drives off.

EXT. DANCE FLOOR AND PAVILION - MOVING TWO SHOT - NIGHT

Kay and Michael dancing in the moonlight.

MICHAEL
How's the baby?

KAY
Sleeping inside me.

MICHAEL
Does it feel like a boy?

KAY
Yes, Michael, it does.

MICHAEL
I'm sorry about some of the people
I had to see today. It was bad
timing... but it couldn't be
helped.

KAY
It made me think of what you told
me once. In five years, the
Corleone family will be completely
legitimate. That was seven years
ago.

He has no answer for her; except that he loves and values

her, and holds her tight, as they dance amid their guests,
all dressed elegantly for the social event of the season.
 37.

The VIEW LOOSENS to show the entire, night-lit party.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LAS VEGAS CHAPEL - MED. CLOSE VIEW - NIGHT

A Cadillac limousine waits for some people inside the tacky,

Las Vegas marriage mill.

INT. THE CHAPEL - NIGHT

Some quiet, informally dressed couples wait in the rear of

the chapel; some talking, others sitting nervously.

A single organ plays some standard wedding music.

The VIEW PANS up to the altar, where Connie and Merle, in

the same clothing they wore to the Tahoe party, are being
married by a Justice of the Peace.

The Justice goes through the bored, simple ceremony, and we

begin to HEAR an echo of the waltz Connie danced with her
father, when she was married all those years ago in Long
Island.

EXT. THE TROPICANA - LAS VEGAS - MED. VIEW - DAY

A dark car pulls up to the glitter of the neon facade.

Albert Neri, alone, leaves it to the parking valets, and
moves quickly through the automatic doors, into the main
casino. We still hear the CORLEONE WALTZ.

INT. THE TROPICANA - DAY

Albert Neri enters the room; glances around a moment, and

then heads toward the crap table, where a short, middle-aged
man, KLINGMAN, stands by the pit boss. Several security
guards of the casino, are at their posts.

NERI
Are you Klingman?

KLINGMAN
Who's asking?

NERI
Where can we talk?

KLINGMAN
Right here.

NERI
I represent the interests of the
Corleone family.
(MORE)
 38.
NERI (CONT'D)
We make the invitation to you to
tie up your affairs and be out of
the hotel by Monday morning.

KLINGMAN
Who do you think you're talking to?

NERI
You said you were Klingman.

KLINGMAN
You don't come in here, talk to an
owner in Las Vegas like that.

NERI
You missed my point; you are no
longer an owner.

KLINGMAN
Get out of my hotel.

Neri stands in front of him, smiling.

KLINGMAN (CONT’D)
Boys, get him out of here.

Quickly, Neri moves toward Klingman, and slaps him hard

several times in the face, knocking off his glasses... Red-
faced, Klingman gets down on his knees to pick them up once,
again. Glasses on, he looks to his guards.

WHAT HE SEES

They stand, motionless.

VIEW ON KLINGMAN

Humiliated, Klingman moves across the casino floor, past a

few interested gamblers, and his own people. Neri slowly
follows.

INT. SHOWROOM - MED. VIEW - DAY

A typical, Lido de Paris type of show is in rehearsal, as

Klingman backs into the showroom.

HIS VIEW
Neri keeps coming.

VIEW ON KLINGMAN

realizes that no one will help him. He finally capitulates.

 39.

KLINGMAN
All right! All right, I'll be out.

Neri keeps moving, then heads past the terrified man, sits
down at a table, and looks up at the stage.

NERI
(to the staring
performers)
Keep it going.

EXT. A STREET IN BUFFALO, NEW YORK - NIGHT

The neon lights that spell out "FRED'S PIZZERIA" go out;

after a moment a man in an overcoat steps out, and turns to
lock the door of his restaurant. The Corleone Waltz
continues over this. He turns.

MED. CLOSE VIEW

FRED VINCENT, whom we remember as the Sicilian Fabrizzio. He

moves toward his parked car. Gets in.

MED. LONG VIEW

The starter turns, and the automobile blows in a great

explosion.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE TAHOE ESTATE - NIGHT

The waltz continues over the VIEW of the empty, but still
illuminated pavilion. There is the debris of the great party
spread over the grounds, which a silent crew of workmen are
at work cleaning up,

MED. VIEW
Michael walks alone, followed by
two of the family dogs, Irish
Setters.

He walks to the water line, and looks out across the lake.
He picks up a stick, and throws it for the dogs; who go
scampering after it.

We notice that a respectful distance away, there are

bodyguards watching every move he makes.
 40.

CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

looking across the lake. There is much on his mind. The

SOUND of the waltz, begins to segue into the echoed music
and laughter of an old Italian Music Hall from the past.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. NEW YORK THEATRE - 1915 - NIGHT

VITO CORLEONE is a shy young man of 23, holding his hat in

his hand, being led down the crowded aisle of this Italian
Vaudeville theatre by an energetic and fulfilled GENCO
ABBANDANDO, his friend in America. This entire sequence is
played in Sicilian.

GENCO
Come on, you've got to see her!

VIEW ON THE STAGE

A tattered melodrama is in progress in Neapolitan. The sets

are two-dimensional, and flap whenever there's an entrance
or exit.

The hero, PEPPINO, is weeping as he sings about how he's

left his Mother in Italy, while he is in this new country,
America.

VIEW ON THE AUDIENCE

All poor, Italo-Americans. Genco finds a few seats, and

leads Vito to them, stepping on a few shoes in the process.
They have barely come to their seats, when an excited Genco
nudges Vito, and points to the stage. People shout that they
should sit down.

VIEW ON THE STAGE

There is a knock on the door, and a young girl enters,

delivering a letter to Peppino in his tenement in America.
The girl is pretty; and obviously the object of Genco's
affection. The letter brings bad news. Peppino's Mother is
dead. He weeps, and sings the final song, which most of the
audience knows: SENZA MAMMA.

VIEW ON THE AUDIENCE

Genco is enthralled with the young actress. The people in

the audience are singing along with Peppino.
 41.

VIEW ON THE STAGE

The actress, object of Genco's affection, makes a dramatic

exit.

VIEW ON THE AUDIENCE

Genco pulls on Vito's jacket, indicating that now that his

love is offstage, they should leave. Vito rises with him,
and they make their way all the way down the aisle.

INT. BACKSTAGE THEATRE - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

Genco hurrying down the backstage corridor, hoping to catch

a glimpse of the actress. He is followed by Vito. Suddenly,
Genco stops short.

GENCO'S VIEW
A heavy-set, fierce looking Italian
wearing an expensive light-colored
suit and a cream colored fedora.
This is FANUCCI. He is discussing a
business matter with the theatre
IMPRESARIO; a large, strong looking
man, who is sweating nonetheless.
He doesn't seem to be giving in to
Fanucci. He holds a locked
strongbox.

VIEW ON VITO

watching. The two men argue in Italian.

MED. VIEW
The young ACTRESS crosses into the
area, unaware of the difficulties.
The impresario sees her, and
frightened, motions that she should
keep away.

IMPRESARIO
Carla!

But Fanucci grabs her easily by her slender wrist, and with
lightning speed, produces a knife which he holds against her
cheek. The impresario wrings his hands in agony.

IMPRESARIO (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
No...please, not my daughter.

Whereupon he begins to unlock the box which holds the

receipts for the night's box-office.
 42.

VIEW ON GENCO AND VITO

hiding, watching. At first, Genco is enraged, as though he

would rush up to help his enamorata.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
The Black Hand.

Then he backs away. Vito looks at him shocked and

disappointed in this cowardly behavior. Genco shakes his
head, and points, as though to say that where Fanucci is
concerned, there is nothing to be done.

GENCO (CONT’D)
(Sicilian) (whispered)
Let's get out of here.

VIEW ON FANUCCI

has released the girl. Her father pulls her away from him,
and slaps her for no reason; then he pays Fanucci.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
Because you protested, it will cost
a hundred more.

EXT. NEW YORK ALLEY - NIGHT

Genco and Vito; Genco leans against the wall, breathlessly,

as though he's had a near escape.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
I know what you are thinking,
Vitone, but you don't understand
yet how things are. Fanucci is of
the Black Hand. Everyone in the
neighborhood pays him, even my
father.

VITO
(Sicilian)
He's an Italian?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
A pig of a Neaponitan.
(spits)
 43.

VITO
(Sicilian)
Why? Why does he bother other
Italians?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
Because he knows them; he knows
they have no one to protect them.
Vitone? What do you think of my
angel?

VITO
(Sicilian)
Beautiful.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
Beautiful.

VITO
For you, she is beautiful. For me,
there is only my wife!

GENCO
I know. That's why I brought you
with me!

Genco embraces his good friend, and they laughingly walk

down the alley.

The stage door opens, and Fanucci exits, a sinister figure

in white, moving down the alley just in front of them, into
the night.

The two friends hold their breath, until he disappears.

EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - MOVING VIEW - DAY

Vito moves through the street, carrying groceries that he is

to deliver.

It is cold, and so vendors are huddled around fires they

have lit in old cans and drums.

He turns up an alleyway, and then stops.

VIEW UP THE ALLEY

With great strength, Fanucci lifts one of them up into the

air and throws him down hard to the concrete; but another,
holding onto his back, manages to produce a switchblade
knife and awkwardly reaching around from behind the moving
man, slits Fanucci's throat from one side to the other.
 44.

Fanucci groans like some great hurt animal. Blood pours from
the deep, smile-like slit in his throat.

He throws the young man off his back.

VIEW ON VITO

stepping back in the alley.

VIEW ON FANUCCI

He takes off his white fedora, and runs down the alley
toward Vito, catching the flowing blood in his hat.

The young attackers scurry off in various directions.

INT. ABBANDANDO GROCERY STORE - DAY

A tiny shop featuring imported food: trays of cured meats,

prosciutto, copagole, mortadella lies on the counter covered
with netting to keep away the thousands of flies.

Olive oil is sold in bulk, as well as wine, cheese and

bacala.

Genco works here for his father, and is busy slicing paper
thin prosciutto for a customer, by hand. Vito works in the
back as a stock clerk.

Finished with his customer, Genco moves to his friend.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
I bet you can't guess what
happened?

VITO
(Sicilian)
What?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
Some guys from Ninth Avenue jumped
Fanucci today; slit his throat from
ear to ear.

VITO
(Sicilian)
No, I didn't know. Is he dead?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
Nah. Those guys aren't murderers.
(MORE)
 45.
GENCO (CONT'D)
They wanted to scare him, that's
all. Make him look bad.

VITO
(Sicilian)
In Sicily, when you attack a man,
you had better finish him.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
I wish they had. He takes fifty
dollars a week from my father's
cash drawer. But you can't kill a
man like Fanucci.

VITO
(Sicilian)
Why?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
Because he's what we say...
"connected"... You wait, see what
happens to those guys from Ninth
Avenue.

A customer enters; and Genco moves away to serve him.

CLOSE VIEW ON VITO

recalling what he had seen and thought.

EXT. NEW YORK ALLEYWAY - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

A young man, one of those who had tried to kill Fanucci,

runs down an alleyway, breathlessly. Then he stops, and
looks behind himself. Whoever was following him is gone. He
turns and walks ahead. Then the mammoth, white-suited figure
of Fanucci leaps down before him from the fire-escape. He
grins at the young man, and then raises his neck, showing
the gruesome wound that marks his throat.

He takes out his pistol and fires point-blank at his

attacker.

INT. TINY TENEMENT - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

The very small, railroad type flat where Vito lives with his
new family.

It is late at night, and he is exhausted.

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He returns home; where his young wife, CARMELLA, goes

through the silent ritual of preparing a simple meal for
him. He sits and eats quietly.

INT. TENEMENT ROOM - NIGHT

Vito and Carmella enter the darkened bedroom, and approach a

metal crib. Vito reaches down and takes the small hand of
the baby between his thick peasant fingers. Carmella waits a
respectful distance behind him.

INT. ABBANDANDO GROCERY - DAY

The shop bell RINGS; SINGER ABBANDANDO turns to see a

smiling Fanucci tipping his hat, like an old customer.

FANUCCI
Buon giorno.

Immediately, Vito turns back to his work, and Signor

Abbandando moves to Fanucci with a sigh.

Vito notices the two men talking quietly at one side of the
store, while he goes about his work. Genco works his way
closer to his friend.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
What did I tell you. The one who
cut him was found in an alley. And
the family of the others paid
Fanucci all their savings to make
him forswear his vengeance.

VITO
(Sicilian) (surprised)
And he agreed?

GENCO
(Sicilian)
He took the money. Now he wants
double from everybody in the
neighborhood, including Papa.

Vito watches the heated, but inevitable transaction.

VITO
(Sicilian) (almost to
himself)
A real mafioso doesn't sell his
vengeance.
 47.

MED. VIEW
Signor Abbandando seems to be
arguing with Fanucci, and every so
often they turn and relate to where
Vito is working. Then Fanucci
leaves, the little bell RINGING;
and Signor Abbandando reluctantly
moves to Vito.

SIG. ABBANDANDO
(Sicilian)
Vitone. How is your son?

VITO
(Sicilian)
We are all well.

It is clear that he has something difficult to tell the

young man.

SIG. ABBANDANDO
Vitone...I...Fanucci has a nephew.

Vito looks at him a while, as the old man struggles to tell

him.

VITO
(Sicilian)
And you must give him my job.

The old man nods, regretfully.

VITO (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
You have been kind to me since I
was a boy; taken care of me, and
been as a father. I will always be
grateful to you. Thank you.

Vito takes off his apron, and leaves, passing the youth who
loiters by the counter.

EXT. THE STREET - DAY

making his way from the store.

SIG. ABBANDANDO
(Sicilian o.s.)
Vitone!

He turns, and Abbandando has followed him out of the shop,

holding a basket of some groceries.
 48.

SIG. ABBANDANDO (CONT’D)

Here...for your family.

VITO
No...please understand...I cannot
accept.

INT. VITO'S TENEMENT - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Vito and his wife sit quietly at the table; the two are
quiet and sad.

Suddenly, we HEAR a noise, and Vito is astonished to see a

young man, PETER CLEMENZA, leaning out of the window on the
other side of the air shaft which separates their
apartments.

CLEMENZA
Hey Paisan! Hold this for me until
I ask for it. Hurry up!

Automatically Vito reaches over to the empty space at the

air shaft, and takes the bundle of rags. Clemenza's round
face is strained and urgent, obviously in some kind of
trouble. Suddenly, he closes the window and there is
activity that we cannot see in the other apartment.

Vito looks to his wife, and then closes the window and
window dressing and takes the bundle into a private part of
his kitchen and begins to unwrap it.

WHAT HE SEES:

Five oily guns. He immediately wraps them again, and carries

them to a private closet, and hides it, and returns to his
wife. He sits down back at the table; and she knows not to
ask him what has happened.

EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY

Vito is walking through the crowded streets with a group of

workmen; they all wear work clothes, and paper hats on their
heads.

Vito looks to his left, and realizes that Clemenza is

walking silently with him; by contrast, Clemenza dresses
well.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian) (casually)
Do you have my goods still?

Vito nods.
 49.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
Did you look inside?

Vito, his face impassive, shakes his head 'no.'

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
I'm not interested in things that
don't concern me.

INT. DOWNTOWN ITALIAN SOCIAL CLUB - DAY

Vito and Clemenza drinking wine; they've become friends.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
I have a friend who has a fine rug.
Maybe your wife would like it.

VITO
(Sicilian)
We have no money for a rug.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
No. He would give it away. I know
how to repay a consideration.

Vito thinks, then nods.

VITO
(Sicilian)
She would like it.

INT. HALLWAY WEALTHY APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

The two men proceed up the hallway; Vito is impressed with

the opulence.

VITO
(Sicilian)
Your friend lives in a fine
building.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
Oh yes, the very best.

Clemenza knocks on the door as though he is well known here;

then rings. No answer.
 50.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
Ah, he's not at home. Oh, well, he
wouldn't mind.

Quickly and expertly he takes out a tool and pries open the
door.

INT. WEALTHY APARTMENT - FULL VIEW - DAY

Vito looks in awe at the luxurious apartment, which features

a fabulous rich red wool rug.

Clemenza immediately moves some of the furniture away, and

drops to the floor.

CLEMENZA
A little help.

Vito joins him, and the two begin rolling the rug. We HEAR a
BUZZER RING. Clemenza immediately drops his side of the
roll, and moves to the window. He pulls a gun from his
jacket.

VIEW ON Vito watching. He moves so he can see out the

window.

THEIR VIEW
A Policeman stands at the exterior
door, waiting. He rings the buzzer
again.

VIEW ON CLEMENZA

cocking his gun. Vito realizes that if the Policeman should

pursue it any further he is a dead man. The Policeman gives
up and leaves.

Clemenza puts away his gun.

INT. VITO'S TENEMENT HALLWAY - DAY

The two men run up the steps, laughing, carrying the fine
rug.

INT. VITO'S TENEMENT - DAY

They are on their knees cutting the rug to fit the small
room. Carmella watches, holding the baby SANTINO.
 51.

MED. CLOSE ON CLEMENZA

Like a professional, cutting quickly, with the proper tools.

He sings as he works.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. DOWNTOWN WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Clemenza knocks on the steel door of this downtown building.

Vito waits with him, holding some packages; and another
youth, TESSIO, tall and thin and deadly waits with them.

The door is lifted, and they are greeted by a bright, middle-

aged Italian named AUGUSTINO who leads them into a machine
shop.

INT. MACHINE SHOP - NIGHT

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
Good, you waited for us.

Clemenza looks up on a higher level.

HIS VIEW
There is a nine year old boy,
operating a drill press.

MED. VIEW
TESSIO
(Sicilian)
Who is he?

AUGUSTINO
(Sicilian)
My son, Carmine...it's all right.

The men then quickly open the packages they've brought;

revealing gun, including a more sophisticated machine
weapon.

Augustino takes them and expertly begins to clean and

prepare them.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian) (to Vito)
Paisan Augustino was a gunsmith in
the Italian army. We do each other
favors.

AUGUSTINO
(Sicilian) (while he
works)
(MORE)
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AUGUSTINO (CONT'D)
My boy is studying the flute. He
plays very well. He helps me at
night so we can buy him a silver
flute someday. Now he has one made
of wood. Carmine...play...play for
my friends.

VIEW ON THE BOY

wide-eyed... he shuts off the press; and takes out a shabby

wooden flute. And begins to play a simple and pure melody.

CLOSE ON VITO

listening.

CLOSE ON AUGUSTINO

proudly smiling, as he prepares the machine gun.

CLOSE ON TESSIO

listening, smiling.

FULL VIEW
The men listening, as the boy's
father prepares their guns.

EXT. WAREHOUSE AREA - NIGHT

Tessio and Clemenza quickly load racks of cheap dresses.

Vito sits behind the wheel of the truck. He seems reserved,

and we get the impression that he is studying every move his
two friends are making.

INT. TENEMENT STAIRS - DAY

Clemenza runs up a flight of stairs with an armful of

dresses. He knocks on a door, and a pretty HOUSEWIFE
answers.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
Lady, I got a bargain on these
dresses. Five dollars each. You
gotta pay at least fifteen, maybe
twenty in a store. Look at them,
first class.

He holds the dresses up and the woman seems interested. She

handles a couple of them and stands aside so Clemenza can
enter her apartment.
 53.

WOMAN
(Sicilian)
I don't know which one I like best.

She holds the dresses against her body, Clemenza approving

of each one; and then she goes to her purse and takes out
five singles and gives them to him.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
You'd look beautiful in all of
these. You should buy at least two.

WOMAN
(Sicilian)
Are you kidding? My husband will
kill me if he knows I paid five
dollars for one dress.

She holds one up, then another. She is torn. Clemenza shakes
his head and straightens the dress on her body. His hand
brushes her arm; she looks at him smiling.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
You can have two for five.

She smiles back.

EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY

Clemenza jumps down the stairs, and out to the middle of the
street, where Vito and Tessio are waiting in the car with
some of the stock.

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
What took so long?

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
She couldn't decide.

Tessio and Clemenza each take more armsful of dresses and

divide the neighborhood.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
Vito, take the rest of the stock
over to Dandine's warehouse; he'll
move it to a wholesaler.

The three part. Vito drives the truck off.

 54.

MOVING VIEW
Vito drives the truck through the
downtown streets; he turns a corner
and stops for a light.

Suddenly, to his left, he sees the formidable figure of

Fanucci.

He grabs young Corleone by the shoulder.

CLOSE VIEW ON FANUCCI

frightening, revealing the large circular scar, now healed.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
Ahhh, young fellow. People tell me
you're rich, you and your two
friends. Yet, you don't show enough
respect to send a few dresses to my
home. You know I have three
daughters.

Vito says nothing. Fanucci thumbs through the stock.

FANUCCI (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
This is my neighborhood. You and
your friends have to show me a
little respect, ah? This truck you
hijacked was in my neighborhood.
You should let me wet my beak a
little.

Fanucci takes a few of the dresses.

FANUCCI (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
I understand each of you cleared
around six hundred dollars. I
expect two hundred dollars for my
protection and I'll forget the
insult. After all, young people
don't know the courtesies due a man
like myself.

Vito smiles at him and nods.

FANUCCI (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
Otherwise the police will come to
see you and your wife and children
will be dishonored and destitute.
(MORE)
 55.
FANUCCI (CONT’D)
Of course, if my information as to
your gains is incorrect, I'll dip
my beak just a little. Just a
little, but no less than one
hundred dollars, and don't try to
deceive me, eh paisan?

VITO
(Sicilian) (quietly)
My two friends have my share of the
money. I'll have to speak to them
after we deliver these to the
wholesaler.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
You tell your friends I expect them
to let me wet my beak in the same
manner. Don't be afraid to tell
them. Clemenza and I know each
other well, he understands these
things. Let yourself be guided by
him. He has more experience in
these matters.

VITO
(Sicilian) (shrugging
innocently)
You must understand, this is all
new to me...

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
I understand...

VITO
(Sicilian)
But thank you for speaking to me as
a Godfather.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian) (impressed)
You're a good fellow.

He takes Vito's hands and clasps them in his own.

FANUCCI (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
You have respect. A fine thing in
the young. Next time, speak to me
first, eh? Perhaps I can help you
make your plans.
 56.

Fanucci turns with the dresses draped over his arms, waving
to Vito.

Vito throws the truck in gear, and drives off.

CLOSE VIEW ON VITO

We know that throughout this encounter he has seethed with

an icy rage.

INT. VITO'S APARTMENT - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

He wife serves a dinner for her husband and his two friends.
They discuss Fanucci as they eat.

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
Do you think he'd be satisfied with
the two hundred dollars? I think
he would.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
That scar-faced bastard will find
out what we got from the
wholesaler. He won't take a dime
less than three hundred dollars.

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
What if we don't pay?

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian) (gestures,
it's hopeless)
You know his friends...real
animals. And his connections with
the police. Sure he'd like us to
tell him our plans so he can set us
up for the cops and earn their
gratitude. Then they would owe him
a favor; that's how he operates.
We'll have to pay. Three hundred,
are we agreed?

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
What can we do?

Clemenza doesn't even bother checking for Vito's opinion.

 57.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
They say Fanucci has a license from
Maranzalla himself to work this
neighborhood.

VITO
(Sicilian)
If you like, why not give me fifty
dollars each to pay Fanucci. I
guarantee he will accept that
amount from me.

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
When Fanucci says two hundred he
means two hundred. You can't talk
with him.

VITO
(Sicilian)
I'll reason with him. Leave
everything in my hands. I'll settle
this problem to your satisfaction.

Tessio and Clemenza regard him suspiciously.

VITO (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
I never lie to people I've accepted
as my friends. Speak to Fanucci
yourself tomorrow. Let him ask you
for the money, but don't pay it,
and don't in any way quarrel with
him. Tell him you have to get the
money and will send me as your
messenger. Let him understand that
you're willing to pay what he asks,
don't bargain. I'll go to his
house, and quarrel with him. He
likes me; enjoys explaining how
things are here. He uses ten
sentences when he only needs one,
so while he talks, I'll kill him.

Clemenza, irritated, makes a large belch, and washes his

food down with wine.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
Vitone!
(to Tessio)
Our driver has drunk too much wine.
 58.

TESSIO
(Sicilian) (laughs at
himself)
He's going to kill Fanucci.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian) (stern)
Then, after that, what? Joe
'Little Knife' Pisani; Willie
Bufalino, maybe, Mr. Maranzalla
himself, c'mon!

VITO
(Sicilian)
Fanucci is not connected; he is
alone.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian)
(sarcastically)
What? You read it in the papers?

VITO
(Sicilian)
This man informs to the police;
this man allows his vengeance to be
bought off... No, he is alone.

TESSIO
(Sicilian)
If you're wrong...

VITO
(Sicilian)
If I'm wrong, they will kill me.

Both Clemenza and Tessio are impressed with their young

friend; his willingness to risk his life on his perception
of the situation.

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

A ten piece Italian street band plays in front of the church

to commemorate the first night of the Festa di San Gennaro.
People swarm in crowds, delighted by the music, as out of
the church four men carry the statue of San Gennaro down to
the street.

MOVING VIEW
Clemenza moves along the booths
that have been set up along the
street: sausage cooking on an open
fire; pork livers and sweetbeards.
(MORE)
 59.
MOVING VIEW (CONT'D)
He stops for a sandwich, and makes
an irritated gesture when the
vendor expects to be paid. He
crosses to a church-sponsored booth
with a great Wheel of Fortune, and
slaps a dollar on a number.
Standing next to him is Vito; they
embrace.

CLEMENZA
(Sicilian) (quietly)
All three daughters are at church;
he is alone. It's important that
you let his neighbors see you
leave. Tessio has broken the latch
on the skylight of his building.

The wheel stops; they both lose.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
(English)
See, Brother Carmello, even the
church makes numbers.

PRIEST
(English)
It's only the way we collect that's
different.

Vito has left while Clemenza jokes with the Priest.

EXT. FESTA STREET - NIGHT

Vito passes the booths of food, crossing toward a small and

dark club.

INT. SOCIAL CLUB - NIGHT

We can still HEAR the crowds and music of the festa. Vito
enters; the club is empty, except for the large white figure
sitting alone at a small table. Fanucci barely acknowledges
Vito as he joins him.

Without a word, Vito counts out two hundred dollars on the

table. Fanucci looks, then takes off his fedora and puts it
on the table over the money.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
I think there's only two hundred
dollars under my hat.
(he peeks)
I'm right. Only two hundred
dollars.
 60.

VITO
(Sicilian)
I'm a little short. I've been out
of work. Let me owe you the money
for a few weeks.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
Ah, you're a sharp young fellow.
How is it I've never noticed you
before
(he takes the two hundred
and pours some wine for
Vito)
You're too quiet for your own
interest. I could find some work
for you to do that would be very
profitable.
(he rises)
No hard feelings, eh? If I can
ever do you a service let me know.
You've done a good job for yourself
tonight.

EXT. FESTA STREET - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

By now the musicians have left, but still families are

walking the street, and stopping at the booths.

Fanucci stands there a moment; he is known by everyone, and

considers himself highly loved.

Then Fanucci begins the walk through the festa, on his way
home.

EXT. ROOFTOPS - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

Vito silently moves along the rooftop; paralleling Fanucci's

walk.

We HEAR the sounds of the festa, and every so often catch a

glimpse of the patterned lights, and the crowds below.

EXT. FESTA STREETS - MOVING VIEW ON FANUCCI - NIGHT

walking through the crowded streets. The statue of San

Gennaro is arranged in some midnight religious ceremony.

The VIEW LIFTS UP, to the rooftops.

 61.

EXT. THE ROOFTOPS - NIGHT

Vito makes the leap that separates two buildings; then

crosses toward the large skylight in the center of the
building.

EXT. THE STREETS - NIGHT

The procession in the streets is preceded by ten altar boys;

and the glittering Monstrance, something of an altar carried
out into the streets.

The priest begins this nocturnal service, as the crowds in

the street kneel down in prayer.

INT. FANUCCI'S BUILDING - NIGHT

Fanucci unlocks the door to his building; we can HEAR the

services in the background.

EXT. THE ROOFTOP - NIGHT

Vito tries the trap door on the roof; it is stuck firmly

shut; despite Clemenza's instructions. He struggles with it,
but no luck.

From the distance, the Choir begins to Latin. Vito moves

around the skylight, to an identical trap, tries this one;
it opens.

EXT. THE MONSTRANCE - MED. VIEW ON THE PRIEST - NIGHT

performing the services in Latin. The ten altar boys are in

attendance.

EXT. THE ROOFTOP - NIGHT

Vito reaches down into the trap, and pulls out the newly
oiled gun that has been left for him. He slides down into
the building.

INT. FANUCCI'S HALLWAY - DOWN ANGLE - NIGHT

Fanucci proceeds up the staircase with loud, heavy steps. An

OLD WOMAN on one of the flights sees him, and immediately
moves to her apartment.

FANUCCI
(Sicilian)
What's the matter, Signora? You
don't say 'good evening'?
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WOMAN
(Sicilian)
'Good evening,' Signor Fanucci.

She quickly disappears behind her door. Fanucci laughs,

continues up, singing to himself. The MASS outside is always
in evidence.

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Vito climbs down from the attic, and finds Fanucci's rear
door open. He slips in, and makes his way past the open
windows, out of which pour the music and chanting of the
Mass. Slowly and quietly he pulls them down, shut.

He moves quietly to a glass door, and peeks out.

WHAT HE SEES:

Three young women, Fanucci's DAUGHTERS, laughing and

talking.

VIEW ON VITO

A slip up. Tessio had said they were out. He steps outside
to the alley where he can look into the apartment.

ANOTHER VIEW
Fanucci opens the door of his
apartment, and enters.

CLOSE VIEW ON VITO

He begins to wrap the gun.

VIEW ON THE DAUGHTERS

Their father greets them with a kiss; and a little religious

gift he has bought for each.

CLOSE ON THE GUN

wrapped in this primitive method of a silencer. The VIEW

TILTS to Vito, caught in the dilemma of having to kill all
or none of them. Then something catches his eye.

WHAT HE SEES:

A small gray alley cat is attracted to the young man, comes

up to him and rubs itself against him. Vito rubs the animal,
speaking softly in Sicilian, then, gaining its confidence,
lifts it up and carefully lets it into Fanucci's apartment.
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He steps back, holding the gun. We HEAR some Italian shouted

in the house; a loud sound from the cat, and some of the
thumping footsteps of Fanucci.

VIEW ON VITO

holding the wrapped gun, waiting.

WHAT HE SEES:

The white blob of Fanucci opening the door and cursing in

Italian as he throws the cat out.

VIEW ON VITO

squeezing the trigger; the muffled, but still LOUD BLAST

resounding in the building.

VIEW ON FANUCCI

He holds onto the door frame, trying to stand erect, trying

to reach for his gun. The force of his struggle has torn the
buttons off his jacket and made it swing loose. His gun is
exposed but so is a spidery vein on the white shirtfront of
his stomach. Carefully, as if plunging a needle into this
vein, Vito Corleone fires a second bullet.

Fanucci falls to his knees, propping the door open, giving a

terrible groan. We begin to hear the VOICES of girls inside
the apartment.

Vito quickly opens his wallet, removes the two hundred,

quickly fires one last bullet into Fanucci's sweaty cheek.
Now the towel the gun was wrapped with catches fire,
literally on Vito's hand; quickly he throws it to the
ground, stamps it out...and disappears upward.

EXT. THE ROOFTOPS - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Vito moves like a cat along the rooftops; we HEAR the

conclusion of the Mass down below.

CLOSE ON VITO

Pausing; we can SEE the great spectacle of lights and

candles on the streets below.

He empties the gun of bullets and smashes the barrel against

the side of the roof ledge. He reverses it in his hand, and
breaks the butt into two separate halves against the
chimney. He smashes it again, and the pistol breaks into
barrel and handle, two separate pieces.
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He then moves along the rooftop, dropping the two separate

fragments into various air shafts.

EXT. THE STREET PROCESSION - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

The Priest, having completed the ceremony, follows as the

Monstrance is carried off through the streets, as the Choir
sings.

EXT. THE ROOFTOPS - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

Vito is a dark figure, moving with agility across the

rooftops.

INT. FANUCCI'S VESTIBULE - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

The corpse that was Fanucci, stained with blood.

EXT. PROCESSION - CLOSE VIEW - NIGHT

The statue of San Gennaro, followed by the altar boys.

EXT. CORLEONE TENEMENT - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Vito's wife; her baby and several friends and neighbors sit
happily on the front stoop of their tenement. Some of the
men drink wine poured out of a pitcher; we can still HEAR
the music and night sounds of the Festa.

A neighbor is singing a Neapolitan song.

Quietly, without a word, and with only a momentary glance

from his wife, Vito joins the little group; takes a glass of
wine, and listens to the song.

CLOSE VIEW ON VITO

listening to the song. He reaches out and takes the small

hand of his son.

VITO
(Sicilian)
Santino, your papa loves you.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ANTHONY'S TAHOE ROOM - NIGHT

The room is large, lit from the outside by a bright evening.

We can see the outline of many toys on the shelves built
along the wall. We see the dark figure of Michael Corleone
enter the room and approach the bed where his son Anthony
lies curled in messy blankets. Michael quietly arranges his
small hands and feet and covers the little boy.
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Suddenly, Anthony turns, his eyes open. He is staring,

perfectly awake, at his father.

MICHAEL
Can't you sleep?

No answer.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
Are you alright?

ANTHONY
Yes.

MICHAEL
Did you like your party?

ANTHONY
I got lots of presents.

MICHAEL
Do you like them?

ANTHONY
I didn't know the people who gave
them to me.

MICHAEL
They were friends.

He kisses his boy, and then turns.

ANTHONY
Did you see my present for you?

MICHAEL
No, where is it?

ANTHONY
On your pillow.

MICHAEL
I'm leaving very early tomorrow,
before you wake up.

ANTHONY
I know. How long will you be gone?

MICHAEL
Just a few days.

ANTHONY
Will you take me?
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MICHAEL
I can't.

ANTHONY
Why do you have to go?

MICHAEL
To do business.

ANTHONY
I can help you.

MICHAEL
Some day you will.

Michael kisses him again.

INT. MICHAEL-KAY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The room is lit from a small night lamp on Michael's side of

the large bed.

Kay is huddled in blankets, asleep. Michael closes the door

to his room, moves to his side of the bed, and glances down
to the pillow.

VIEW ON THE PILLOW

is a child's drawing of a long limousine, with a man in a

hat sitting in the back seat.

An arrow pointing to him is marked "DAD." Under it, a nine

year old's handwriting says: "Do you like it? Check YES __
I liked it or NO __ I didn't like it." Michael turns,
looking for a pencil, and moves to the dresser, where he
places a check next to "YES."

He starts to cross back toward his side of the bed, when Kay
turns, almost in her sleep:

KAY
Michael? Why are the drapes open?

His eyes dart back to the curved, beautifully leaded windows

of the room. The DRAPES are opened. Then, without a second's
hesitation, he leaps to the floor, still holding his son's
drawing, as a spray of machine gun bullets sweep across the
windows; glass shattering all over the room.

Kay screams out; rising, still half-asleep. Michael crawls

toward her, and pulls her down to the floor to him.
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Then, for a moment, there is silence, soon filled by the

shouts of men; as flashes of light sweep by the window, as
guards with flashlights come running.

Michael holds Kay to him, knowing they have both survived,

and then gently:

MICHAEL
Go with the kids.

EXT. THE TAHOE ESTATE - NIGHT

Suddenly, the great floodlights are turned on, bathing lawns

in an intense blue light.

Groups of ordinarily dressed security men drawn in from all

directions; a state of confusion prevails. There is no sign
of the attackers.

VIEW BY MICHAEL'S HOUSE

Michael is joined by Rocco Lampone, his gun drawn.

ROCCO
They're still on the property.
Maybe you better stay inside.

MICHAEL
Keep them alive.

Six men take up posts by Michael's house.

ROCCO
We'll try.

MICHAEL
It's important.

He returns inside.

EXT. MAIN GATE AND KENNELS - NIGHT

The character of the summer estate has changed: bright

floodlights illuminate the main points of entry: the main
gate; the waterway; the stone wall that encompasses the
estate on all sides.

Several men with flashlights reinforce the guard at the main

gate.
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FULL VIEW
Off in the distance, we see another
group of men with flashlights
combing the waterline. We hear
indistinguishable shouts.

VIEW ON THE KENNELS

The wire gates are opened, and the trained dogs go out
yelping into the outer edge of the estate.

ROOFTOP
One of Rocco's men turns the large
floodlight scanning darkened forest
areas, where men could hide.

MOVING VIEW
Men with flashlights and dogs.
Moving through the dark areas.

LOOSE VIEW
A small Corleone launch, with a
bright spotlight slowly cruises the
boundaries of the estate. We SEE
the silhouette of men with guns,
quietly waiting and watching.

EXT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Some of the bodyguards by the shattered windows of Michael's

bedroom.

The curtains are drawn from inside.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Kay, the children, and some women servants have come down
from the various rooms into the central living area, that
can be most easily secured. The little girl is still asleep;
they make you think of an immigrant family, with their
blankets and frightened faces, all waiting in a central
room.

Michael goes up to Kay, squeezes her hand, and whispers:

MICHAEL
It will be all right. We were
lucky.

She says nothing; but her face expresses the anger she feels
over the jeopardy Michael has placed his children in. She
holds her young daughter in her arms.
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The door opens, and Rocco enters. He quickly realizes he is

holding his gun in plain view in front of the family, and
puts it away. Michael moves to him, and they talk a distance
away from Kay.

ROCCO
Your family all seem to be okay in
the other houses; your Mother's
still sleeping.

MICHAEL
And?

ROCCO
No sign of them yet; but they're
still on the Estate.

We HEAR loud shouting from outside.

DEANNA (O.S.)
Goddamn you! You're all nuts here,
I'm not goin' to calm down...

MICHAEL'S VIEW
Through the door, that Rocco opens.

Deanna, in her nightgown, has been frightened by the

gunshots; while Fredo in his bathrobe, tries to get her back
into the house.

FREDO
Deanna, will you get back into the
house!

DEANNA
I'm getting out of here I said;
these guys all have guns!

MICHAEL
Fredo, can't you shut that woman
up!
(to Rocco's men)
Get her in here!

The bodyguards, gracefully help Fredo bring the hysterical

Deanna into the safety of the house.

DEANNA
(whimpering)
I don't want to stay here...

FREDO
Mike, what can I do, she's a
hysterical woman...
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KAY
Leave her alone! You're talking as
though she has no right to be
frightened when there are machine
guns going off in her backyard.

MICHAEL
(to Rocco)
Have Tom Hagen meet me in the
Harbor House.

EXT. TAHOE ESTATE - HIGH ANGLE - NIGHT

Michael walks the short distance from his house, to the

boathouse where he conducts his business away from his
family.

A small group of bodyguards, carrying machine guns, make the

walk with him from all sides, a respectful distance away. It
gives the appearance of a lonely President moving in his
compound, followed by teams of Secret Service men.

The boathouse is already secured by teams of men, hastily

wakened from their lodge house; a barracks-like structure
where reinforcements are lodged just for this kind of
emergency.

FULL VIEW
In the distance, we can see the
teams of men and dogs, with their
lights, guns and shouts, combing
every inch of the estate.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - EMPTY VIEW - NIGHT

Michael alone in the great room. He moves to a walk-in safe,

quickly runs through the combination, and opens it. He takes
out an envelope, and puts it into his pocket; there's a
KNOCK on the door, and Hagen enters. He had been asleep, and
has quickly thrown on a robe.

MICHAEL
Sit down, Tom.

EXT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - NIGHT

From outside the leaded windows, a disoriented Hagen sits

down; Michael starts to talk to him; obviously about
something very serious.

The patrol securing the boathouse, walk past the window.

Michael says something to Tom, who rises, and pulls the
drapes, obscuring OUR VIEW.
 71.

INT. TAHOE BOATHOUSE - NIGHT

Michael talks intimately to Tom.

MICHAEL
There's a lot I can't tell you,
Tom. I know that's upset you in the
past; and you've felt that it was
because of some lack of trust or
confidence. But it is because I do
trust you that I've kept so much
secret from you. It's precisely
that at this moment, you are the
only one that I can completely
trust. In time, you'll understand
everything.

HAGEN
(nods with this
statement)
But your people... Neri... Rocco;
you don't think...

MICHAEL
No, I have confidence in their
loyalty... but this is life and
death, and Tom, you are my brother.

Hagen in very moved.

HAGEN
Mikey, I hoped...

MICHAEL
No Tom, just listen. All my people
are businessmen; their loyalty is
based on that. One thing I learned
from my father is to try to think
as the people around you
think...and on that basis, anything
is possible. Fredo has a good
heart, but he is weak...and stupid,
and stupid people are the most
dangerous of all. I've kept you out
of things, Tom, because I've always
known that your instincts were
legitimate, and I wanted you to
know very little of things that
would make you an accomplice, for
your own protection. I never blamed
you for the setbacks the family
took under Sonny;
(MORE)
 72.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
I know you were in a position of
limited power, and you did your
best to advise and caution him.
What I am saying is that now, for
how long I do not know, you will be
the Don. If what I think has
happened is true; I will leave
tonight, and absolutely no one will
know how to contact me. And even
you are not to try to reach me
unless it is absolutely necessary.
I give you complete power: over
Neri... Fredo, everyone. I am
trusting you with the lives of my
wife and children, and the future
of this family, solely resting on
your judgment and talent.

VIEW ON HAGEN

A man who has steadily declined over the last five years,
realizing that total power and responsibility is being
placed on him.

MICHAEL
(continuing)
...But Tom, you must know that I do
this only because I believe you are
the only one who is capable of
taking over for me.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

taking out the envelope.

MICHAEL
I've prepared this; have had it for
over a month. It won't explain
everything; but indicates where I
will be, so in a sense, it is my
life.
(he hands the envelope to
Hagen)
Also, there are three tasks that
must be executed immediately. Pop
would have given those to Luca --
You knew Pop as well as anyone, act
as though you were him. It
discusses Kay as well; that will be
the most difficult. The men who
tried to kill me tonight, will
never leave the estate.
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HAGEN
Will we...be able to get who
ordered it out of them?

MICHAEL
I don't think so. Unless I'm very
wrong...they're already dead.
Killed by someone inside...very
frightened that they botched it.
That's why I am going to disappear
in a few minutes, and leave
everything to you.

HAGEN
But if you're wrong...

MICHAEL
If I'm wrong...

There is a KNOCK on the door.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
...I don't think I'm wrong.
(he indicates the knock)
Yes.

The door opens; it is Rocco; Michael rises, after making a

knowing glance toward Tom, and moves to talk quietly to a
frightened and agitated Rocco.

EXT. STONE WALL AND STREAM - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

A group of men with flashlights and guns lead Michael, Tom

and Rocco to the stone bridge spanning the stream which runs
through the estate.

LOW CLOSE VIEW

Michael's dispassionate face, looking down. THE VIEW MOVES

to Hagen's, and then down to the murky water under the
bridge, where we see the bodies of three strangers, lying in
the moving water; machine-type guns nearby, with their
throats cut. Light from the many flashlights illuminates the
grotesque scene.

MICHAEL (O.S.)
Fish them out.

Several of the men wade down into the stream; Rocco helps,
and even Tom steps down to get a better look at who they
were. They are total strangers; Rocco examines the type of
guns they used.
 74.

When they climb back onto the ground, Michael is gone.

Everyone notices it, but no one says anything.

Hagen stands there, holding the envelope Michael had given

him in his hand.

He realizes that now, he is the DON.

HAGEN
Get rid of the bodies. Tomorrow
morning I want a report made to the
local police, and paper, that some
explosives we keep on the property
were accidentally ignited.

The men respond; Hagen makes the lonely walk back to the
lighted section of the compound, which now resembles a
prison camp.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

INT. STATE SENATE FLOOR - DAY

The Senate is in session; Senator Geary is on the floor

during a vote. An aide approaches him, with a slip of paper.

INT. GEARY'S OFFICE - DAY

The Senator steps behind his desk.

SENATOR GEARY
All right, Mr. Hagen, you've got
ten minutes.

He flicks the switch of a small tape recorder.

SENATOR GEARY (CONT’D)

...and the tape will be running.

HAGEN
Actually, I've come with good news;
the Corleone family has done you a
favor.

The Senator immediately shuts the tape recorder off.

SENATOR GEARY
What the hell are you talking
about?
 75.

HAGEN
We know you're a busy man, with
plenty of enemies -- we saw the
opportunity to do you a favor, and
we did. No strings.

SENATOR GEARY
No strings.

HAGEN
You know there's a Senate
Investigating Committee recently
set up; we thought it would be
unfortunate if they were to trace
anything though-provoking to your
name.

SENATOR GEARY
No one can trace anything to me; I
pride myself on that.

HAGEN
Do you gamble?

SENATOR GEARY
A little; what's so thought-
provoking about that?

HAGEN
Do you owe markers?

SENATOR GEARY
Maybe two, three thousand dollars.

Hagen leans forward, and deposits a handful of paper on the

Senator's desk.

HAGEN
The Corleone family has paid them
off for you...as an expression of
our esteem.

Geary quickly looks through the paid markers.

SENATOR GEARY
There's thirty grand worth of paid
off markers -- I never owed that
much.

HAGEN
Our mistake. But what does it
matter; it was our money.
(rising)
We don't even expect thanks.
 76.

SENATOR GEARY
You paid off thirty grand I never
owed.

HAGEN
We'll keep it quiet; the people who
know are trustworthy...the
Committee needn't find out.

SENATOR GEARY
And what's the price of their not
finding out.

HAGEN
Simple. Be friendly like us. Not
hostile.

SENATOR GEARY
(he despises Hagen)
Thanks...friend.

EXT. TAHOE ESTATE - FULL VIEW - DAY

There are more men on duty than usual; not that there are
guns apparent, but it's clear that the boundaries are being
patrolled.

VIEW BY MICHAEL'S HOUSE

Kay exits her house, followed by her children; she helps

them into her station wagon like any housewife, and drives
along the path leading to the main gate.

She's about to drive through, when one of the men steps in

front of her, raising his hand.

KAY
(graciously)
Yes.

MAN
I'm sorry, Mrs. Corleone. We're not
to let you through.

KAY
(disbelieving)
I'm going to the market.

MAN
If you could just give us a list,
we'll pick up anything you want.

KAY
Whose orders are these?
 77.

MAN
Mr. Hagen's, ma'am.

We notice Hagen walking to them in the background.

HAGEN
Kay.

VIEW THROUGH THE GATE

Hagen approaches the car; Kay gets out so they can talk away
from the children.

HAGEN
I wanted to explain this myself...
I had business in Carson City.

He walks with her a little way from the others; the children
run out of the station wagon, and start to play.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
It's Michael's request...for your
safety. We can send out for
anything you need.

KAY
I'm supposed to stay in my house.

HAGEN
Within the compound will be fine.

KAY
I was supposed to take the children
to New England next week.

HAGEN
That's off now.

KAY
I'm going to see my parents.

HAGEN
Kay, Michael didn't tell me a lot;
and what he did tell me, I can't
repeat. But the responsibility for
you and the kids was the most
important thing he left me with.

KAY
How long does this go on?
 78.

HAGEN
I don't know.
(pause)
I'm sorry, Kay...

KAY
Am I a prisoner?

HAGEN
That's not the way we look at it.

Angrily, without another word, Kay turns away from him, and
walks to her children, ignoring the running station wagon.

EXT. ITALIAN LUXURY LINER - DAY

The luxury liner making its way across the Atlantic.

INT. ITALIAN LUXURY LINER - MED. VIEW - DAY

The PURSER followed by several white uniformed associates

knocks on the door of something designated the "Leonardo
Suite." He is holding a telegram.

The door opens, and a tanned Merle peeks out of the door.

PURSER
(holding up the telegram)
I'm terribly sorry to disturb you
but we have received two telegrams.

MERLE
(reluctantly)
Well...come in.

This entourage enters the suite, an impressive and

beautifully spacious luxury suite. Connie is relaxing.

CONNIE
What is it?

PURSER
Yes. One is from our office in New
York. The check that you wrote for
your passage has been returned.

CONNIE
Can't be...

MERLE
Why don't you wire your bank?
 79.

PURSER
The other telegram is from your
bank. Your account has been closed
and the company is warned not to
extend any credit.

CONNIE
I'll take care of it in Naples.

PURSER
The company hopes so. But for now,
we have orders to change your
accommodations.

And with that, the men in white begin to pack Connie and
Merle's luggage.

CONNIE
That son of a bitch!

INT. ITALIAN LUXURY LINER - TINY THIRD CLASS CABIN - NIGHT

Connie and Merle are attempting to sleep in the miniature

cabin in bunk beds. The little space is crowded with their
trunks and luggage. Merle can barely hang onto the bunk, the
boat pitches so violently below.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - MED. VIEW - DAY

A train speeds across the countryside.

INT. THE TRAIN - DAY

Inside the corridor, a porter advances, and knocks on the

door of a stateroom. A voice tells him to enter. OUR VIEW
enters with him as he carries a tray of lunch. From this POV
we see Michael Corleone sitting in the compartment.

PORTER
Mr. Paul?

MICHAEL
Yes.

PORTER
You ordered lunch?

MICHAEL
Put it right there.

The porter does so; as he places the tray down, he catches a

glimpse of a second person in the compartment with Michael.
 80.

HIS VIEW
A very fierce, almost maniacal
looking man, BUSSETTA. He nods that
the porter should leave.

MICHAEL
Thank you.

The porter takes his advice and leaves quickly, closing the
door behind him.

VIEW THROUGH THE WINDOW

Michael and his mysterious companion have lunch together on

the moving train.

EXT. GULFSTREAM RACE TRACK IN MIAMI - HIGH FULL VIEW - DAY

The empty parking lot of the Gulfstream track, on an off-

race day.

CLOSER VIEW
Michael sits behind the wheel of a
nondescript late model car.
Bussetta sits in the rear.

Another car swings into the lot. Michael starts his car, and
pulls out of the lot; the second car following.

NEW VIEW
This car pulls out and begins to
follow them. Michael glances back
by adjusting the rear view mirror,
and nods to Bussetta.

Michael's car begins to slow down, allowing the other car to

overtake them.

The overtaking car hesitates a moment, moving side by side

with them.

Michael glances toward the driver.

MICHAEL'S VIEW
We recognize Johnny Ola, who waves
a greeting to Michael, and then
continues on to lead him.

EXT. SUBURBAN MIAMI NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Ola's car leads Michael's through a middle-class suburban

area of $30,000 to $40,000 homes. There are small channels
with sporting and fishing boats parked near the houses.
 81.

Ola's car pulls up in front of a very simple, tract-type

home. Michael's car parks nearby.

MICHAEL
(Sicilian) (to Bussetta)
You'll wait in the car.

Ola has gotten out of his car and walks up the little path
to the front door. Michael waits.

Ola rings the bell, and after a moment, a rather pretty,

middle-aged WOMAN answers, remaining behind the screen door.
Ola says a few things to her and she disappears, leaving the
door open.

Ola comes down the steps, looks at Michael, nodding to him.

Ola then gets into his car and drives off. Michael walks up
the walkway and enters the little house, closing the door
behind him.

This woman, TERRI ROTH, is in the kitchen, looking out at

Michael.

TERRI
I'm just going to make lunch. How
about a tuna fish sandwich?

MICHAEL
Thank you, Mrs. Roth.

She hurries halfway up the staircase.

TERRI
Hyman...HYMAN, your friend is here.
(turning to Michael)
Why don't you go right upstairs,
Mr. Paul?

MICHAEL
Fine.

He continues upstairs; she goes into the kitchen.

TERRI
I'll give a yell when lunch is
ready.

Michael continues up to a small den on the second floor; we

can HEAR the sound of a baseball game coming over the
television.
 82.

INT. HYMAN ROTH'S DEN - DAY

Michael enters the den: it's very comfortable, but somewhat

like a senior citizen's retirement home in Florida.

MICHAEL'S VIEW
There, sitting before the
television is a small man in his
middle sixties, thin, with a
wizened face, looking like a small-
time retired Jewish businessman.
This is HYMAN ROTH.

ROTH
Sit down, this is almost over. You
follow the baseball games?

MICHAEL
Not for a few years.

ROTH
I like sporting events -- I really
enjoy watching them in the
afternoon. One of the things I love
about this country. I loved
baseball ever since Arnold
Rothstein fixed the World Series of
1919...I heard you had some
trouble.

MICHAEL
Yes.

ROTH
What a mistake; people behaving
like that, with guns.
(he shakes his head)
It was my understanding we left all
that behind. But, let me tell you,
the important thing is that you're
all right. Good health is the most
important thing; more than success;
more than power; more than money.

MICHAEL
The incident of the other night is
a nuisance that I can take care of.
I came to you because I want
nothing to affect our agreement; I
wanted to clear everything I'm
going to do with you, just in case.

ROTH
You're a considerate young man.
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MICHAEL
You're a great man, Mr. Roth, I
have much to learn from you.

ROTH
(warmly)
However I can help you...

MICHAEL
The Rosato Brothers have performed
services for you in the past; I
understand that they are under your
protection.

ROTH
(simply)
We do favors for each other...

MICHAEL
Technically, they are still under
the Clemenza wing of the Corleone
Family, now run by Frankie
Pentangeli. After Clemenza died,
the Rosatos wanted territory of
their own. Pentangeli refused, and
came to me, asking for permission
to eliminate them. I, of course,
knew of their relationship with
you, and in gratitude for your help
with the Tropicana matter, turned
him down. Pentangeli was furious,
and paid one hundred and fifty
thousand dollars to have me killed.
I was lucky and he was stupid. I'll
visit him soon.
(leaning toward the old
man, sincerely)
The important thing is that nothing
jeopardize our plans, yours and
mine. This thing of ours, that we
will build.

The old man touches Michael's hand, warmly.

ROTH
Nothing is more important.

MICHAEL
(quietly)
Pentangeli is a dead man; do you
object?
 84.

ROTH
It's always bad for business; but
you have no choice.

MICHAEL
Then it's done. I must choose his
replacement: it cannot be Rosato.

ROTH
Of course you must keep control of
your family.

He turns to Michael, turning the volume higher on the

television, and moving closer to his young partner.

ROTH (CONT’D)
Michael, these things are
unimportant. Who should be the
manager of a dime store, Joe or
Jack? Unimportant. You do what you
think is right. You're a young man,
and I'm old and sick. What we do
together in the next few months
will be history, Michael; it has
never been done before. We will do
this historical thing together, and
even your Father could never dream
it would be possible. We are bigger
than U.S. Steel, you and me...
because in America, anything is
possible!
(pause)
But soon I will be dead, and it
will all belong to you.

There is a KNOCK on the door, and Terri Roth pushes the door
open with her hip.

TERRI
My goodness, you'll rupture your
eardrums, Hyman.

She puts the tray down, and turns down the television.

EXT. ROTH'S HOUSE - MED. VIEW - DAY

The sinister Bussetta waits patiently in the rear seat of

the car, outside Roth's modest house.

EXT. DOWNTOWN NEW YORK - MOVING VIEW - DAY

A black Cadillac moves down the street, slowed by the

Festivities of the Festa that is in progress: people milling
around, buying souvenirs at the many stands set up.
 85.

Sausage and grilled meats are prepared, just as they were

years ago. Electric lights are strung from the street lamps,
and brightly colored banners pronounce the "Festa of the
Madonna."

MOVING CLOSE VIEW

Willy Cicci drives, frustrated that he cannot go any faster.

Next to him, Frankie Pentangeli sits, catching a few
seconds' snooze.

MED. VIEW
The black car pulls up; another car
that had been following it parks
nearby.

One of Pentangeli's button men gets out of the car, and

steps into a small Italian restaurant; he exits quickly, and
nods affirmatively toward Pentangeli's Cadillac.

The group of them step out quickly, men huddled around

Pentangeli, and enter the restaurant.

INT. THE RESTAURANT - DAY

The restaurant is quite empty, despite the excitement out on

the street.

Pentangeli immediately sits at a table with a tall, dark,

snappily dressed young man, CARMINE ROSATO.

Nearby, on the other side of the room is Rosato's brother,

TONY, seated with a group of their men.

At another table in the restaurant is a table of

Pentangeli's people: they are joined by bodyguards.

PENTANGELI
Rosato, where's your brother?

ROSATO
Sitting right behind you.

Pentangeli glances behind himself.

PENTANGELI
He don't want to talk?

ROSATO
We worked it all out beforehand.

PENTANGELI
Are we going to eat or what?
 86.

ROSATO
Sure, on me. I got Diner's Club.

PENTANGELI
(sarcastically)
Forget it; I'm suddenly without an
appetite. You're making big
trouble, Carmine.

ROSATO
You weren't straight with us,
Frankie, what else could we do?

PENTANGELI
We could have talked first, saved a
lot of running around.

ROSATO
You wasn't listening, you didn't
want to talk.

PENTANGELI
Don't I look like I'm listening?

ROSATO
We want Brooklyn one hundred
percent. No more taxes to you. We
want to be only loosely connected
with your family -- sort of a under-
family all of our own. Then we can
act on all internal matters without
talking. Also we want you to inform
Michael Corleone that we can deal
directly with him.

PENTANGELI
I'm a little hungry, maybe I'll
order something. Joe.
(one of his men)
Get me some bracciole or something.
And pay cash.
(to Rosato)
And in return for these
concessions, what do you do for me?

ROSATO
We will release the hostages,
number one. Number two, we're here
for you to count on when you need
us. We're independent, but we're
here if you need us. In general,
we'll cooperate with you and your
businesses, and you in turn will
cooperate with us. Pari persu.
 87.

PENTANGELI
Pari Persu; what the fuck is Pari
persu...?

ROSATO
My lawyer went over this
beforehand.

PENTANGELI
What assurances do I have that
there will be no more kidnapping,
no more hits?

ROSATO
The same assurance we got from you.

PENTANGELI
What if I say shove it?

ROSATO
Then Carmine Fucillo and Tony Blue
DeRosa will need to be fitted for
slabs.

PENTANGELI
You want a war?

ROSATO
We got no choice.

PENTANGELI
You know if there's a way I'll go
to the commission and the
commission will side with me. That
puts me and the other New York
families against you.

ROSATO
We got friends in the commission.

PENTANGELI
(getting angry)
I'm talking about Italians!

ROSATO
What about Michael Corleone?

PENTANGELI
He supports me.

ROSATO
Maybe, yes... maybe no.
 88.

One of Pentangeli's men approaches with a plate of Italian

food.

Pentangeli stands up, angered by this remark of Rosato's; he

pushes the dish of food out of the surprised Bodyguard's
hands.

PENTANGELI
You drove old Pete Clemenza to his
grave, Carmine; you and your
brother. Turning on him; trouble in
his territories -- you and your
demands. I hold you responsible,
just as though you shot him in the
head. And I ain't gonna let that go
for long!

Pentangeli walks out of the restaurant; there's a little

tension between the bodyguards of the two factions.

ROSATO (O.S.)
Hey, Five-Angels...

He gives him the arm.

Frankie's face turns red, like he wants to have it out here

and now; but Willy Cicci calms his down, and they all make
their move out.

EXT. THE RESTAURANT - DAY

Pentangeli gets into the car.

PENTANGELI
Nobody I hate calls me Five-Angels
to my face!

He slams the door.

EXT. PENTANGELI'S LONG BEACH ESTATE - DAY

Part of the old estate of Don Corleone. By now, the wall has
been torn down, and the other houses sold off.

His car is parked; Pentangeli steps out, still angry over

the confrontation. As he approaches the house, he notices
something strained about the bodyguards who discreetly guard
his house. No one seems to want to tell him.

PENTANGELI
What's up?

Pentangeli glances over to the front door foyer.

 89.

PENTANGELI'S VIEW
The strange and silent Bussetta,
the man who now always travels with
Michael.

INT. PENTANGELI'S HOUSE - DAY

Pentangeli enters; he sees his WIFE, standing oddly in the

hallway.

PENTANGELI
(Sicilian)
What's this?

WIFE
Michael Corleone.

PENTANGELI
One Michael Corleone...Dove?

WIFE
(Sicilian)
He's in your study.

He knows it is very very serious for Michael to be here in

his home.

He automatically moves into his study.

INT. PENTANGELI'S STUDY - DAY

Michael stands quietly in the room. This was once his

father's study, although it is totally redecorated.
Pentangeli starts sweating, and moves toward the young Don,
and kisses his hand.

PENTANGELI
Don Corleone, I wish you let me
know you was coming. We could have
prepared something for you.

MICHAEL
I didn't want you to know I was
coming. You heard what happened in
my home?

PENTANGELI
Michael, yes, we was all
relieved...

MICHAEL
(furious)
In my home! In the same room where
my wife was sleeping;
(MORE)
 90.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
where my children come in their
pajamas, and play with their toys.

He's terrified Pentangeli with his anger; then, just as

suddenly, he talks quietly, calmly.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
I want you to help me take my
revenge.

PENTANGELI
Michael, anything. What is it I can
do for you?

MICHAEL
I want you to settle these troubles
with the Rosato Brothers.

PENTANGELI
I was just going to contact you,
Michael; we just had a 'sit-down' -
in fact, I just come from there.

MICHAEL
I want you to settle on their
terms.

PENTANGELI
Mike, I don't understand. Don't ask
me to do that.

MICHAEL
Trust me; do as I ask.

PENTANGELI
It would be the beginning of the
end for my family. How can I keep
all my other territories in like if
I let two wise-guys stand up and
demand this and that, and then give
it to them?

MICHAEL
Frankie...do you respect me? Do I
have your loyalty?

PENTANGELI
Always... But sometimes I don't
understand. I know I'll never have
your kind of brains, in big deals.
But Mike, this is a street thing.
And Hyman Roth in Miami is behind
the Rosato Brothers.
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MICHAEL
I know.

PENTANGELI
Then why do you want me to lay down
to them?

MICHAEL
(coldly, but convincing)
Frankie, Roth tried to have me
killed. I'm sure it was him, but I
don't know yet why.

PENTANGELI
Jesus Christ, Michael, then let's
hit 'em now, while we still got the
muscle.

MICHAEL
This was my father's old study.
When I was a kid, we had to be
quiet when we played near here.
When I was older, I learned many
things from him here. I was happy
that this house never went to
strangers; first Clemenza took it
over, and then you. My father
taught me, in this room, never to
act until you know everything
that's behind things. Never. If
Hyman Roth sees that I interceded
with you in the Rosato Brothers'
favor, he'll think his relationship
with me is still sound. I'm going
somewhere to meet him tomorrow. We
have friends in some very important
business that we're making. Do this
for me; you make the peace with the
Rosato Brothers on their terms. Let
the word out that I forced you;
you're not happy wit hit, but
acquiesced, just because of me. It
will get back to Hyman Roth. Do
this, Frankie. You can trust me.

PENTANGELI
Sure, Mike. I'll go along.

MICHAEL
Good.

They embrace; Michael kisses him. He looks at the young Don,

thoughtfully.
 92.

INT. TROPICANA HOTEL - CLOSE VIEW - DAY

The money trays are carefully unloaded from the gaming

tables, and put on a cart with others.

The cart, preceded and followed by security guards, is then

wheeled through the casino, into a private, counting room.

INT. COUNTING ROOM - MED. VIEW - DAY

The guards leave the room; the door is locked after them,
leaving only Hagen. Neri and an ACCOUNTANT, a very fat man.
The numbered boxes are opened, and cash and checks are
spread out on the counting table.

The accountant begins with amazing speed and skill, to count

and divide the money.

NERI
Fifteen percent skim?

HAGEN
Twenty-five this time.

The accountant stops, and looks up to Neri.

NERI
It might show.

HAGEN
Mike wants it.

Neri nods, and the accountant continues. Neri opens a door,

allowing a sandy-haired man, a COURIER, into the room. The
cream is placed into his pouch personally by Neri.

NERI
We've never sent this much with one
courier.

HAGEN
(to the courier)
Your plans are a little different
this time. You skip Miami, and go
straight to Geneva. It's to be
deposited to this number.
(handing him a small
envelope)
And it's got to be there by Monday
morning, no slip-up.

COURIER
I think I was 'picked-up' last
trip.
(MORE)
 93.
COURIER (CONT'D)
That hour layover I had at Kennedy.
I went over and bought a paper...

Neri has finished putting the 'creamed' money into the

pouch.

NERI
Those were our people.

COURIER
Okay, just thought you should know.

He is just about to close and lock the pouch, when Hagen

gestures that he should wait, and adds more stacks of
carefully packaged bills into the pouch. Then Neri locks it,
and handcuffs it to the courier's arm, looking inquiringly
at Hagen.

HAGEN
Let them count.

The courier is shown out through a private door, and then

the first door is opened. Two accountants come in with the
guards, and the trays are opened, and the counting process
is begun all over again, this time with the State Tally
sheets.

INT. TROPICANA CORRIDOR - MOVING VIEW - DAY

The courier continues on his way; followed by Hagen and

Neri.

NERI
What's up?

HAGEN
No questions.

NERI
I got to ask questions, Tom,
there's three million dollars cash
in that pouch; Mike is gone and I
have no word from him.

HAGEN
Al, as far as you're concerned, I'm
the Don.

NERI
How do I know you haven't gone into
business for yourself?

This hurts Tom; but he is a reasonable man, and he knows he

owes Neri some explanation.
 94.

HAGEN
You've been through a lot with us
so I'm going to give you the truth.
Mike knows it was someone within
the compound that set him up for
that hit. So nobody is to know
where he is, not you, not Rocco,
not even his brother Fredo. Sorry,
Al, I know how you feel about
Mike...but he still remembers
Tessio.

EXT. KEY WEST - NIGHT

Michael is led to a desolate, night-lit private dock. He is

followed by the ever-present Bussetta, and they are helped
onto a light-weight, luxury cabin cruiser. The crew cast off
various ropes, and the boat sets out into the night.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

EXT. TAHOE ESTATE - DAY

A seaplane lands nicely by the private Corleone harbor;

Hagen disembarks with his inevitable overloaded briefcase.
He continues down the ramp, past several Buttonmen, dressed
in summer casual attire, and who resemble secret service men
rather than thugs.

His wife THERESA lies on a blanket on the great lawn, with

her youngest children, who run to their father for a kiss.

THERESA
Hungry?

HAGEN
Just a little.

THERESA
I've invited Mama, Sandra and the
kids for barbecue.

HAGEN
What about Kay?

THERESA
I couldn't find her. She's been so
broody, sticks to herself.
 95.

EXT. TAHOE LAWN BARBECUE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Hagen and Sonny's boys are throwing a football around on the

lawn; the littler kids running after them.

Coals are burning in the old style stone barbecue, and

several tables are set for the family.

In the distance, there is always evidence of the bodyguards.

Theresa, Mama and Sandra prepare the steaks.

Hagen relaxes in a sports shirt.

HAGEN
Let me try Kay.

He crosses the lawn, to the house on the beach where Michael

and his family live. Is about to knock on the door:

HAGEN'S SON
Hey, Pop, heads up!

The football is flying in his direction; he catches it and

throws it back. Then he cracks the door open, and peeks in.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - DAY

HAGEN
Kay?

He steps in, the beautiful summer living room is neat, but

empty.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
Anyone hungry?

He moves through the house more quickly; into the dining and
recreation room areas. A cat jumps off a pile of cushions
and runs across the room.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
Hello?

SANDRA (O.S.)
She's gone, Tom.

Sandra has followed him into Michael's house.

HAGEN
What do you mean gone?
 96.

SANDRA
The Barretts from Rubicon Bay came
by in a new speedboat. Rocco tried
to say she wasn't in, but Kay
spotted them and asked if they
would take her and the kids for a
ride. That was three hours ago.

HAGEN
(furious)
Why didn't someone tell me!

SANDRA
I wanted to tell you alone; your
wife doesn't know what's going on.

Hagen rushes out of the house.

EXT. TAHOE LAWN - DAY

Hagen moves quickly out of Michael's house; moving across

the lawn to the boathouse.

HAGEN'S SON
Hey, Dad!

This time he ignores the thrown ball, and moves directly to

Rocco, who is by some men near the boathouse.

HAGEN
Rocco!

ROCCO
I know. I went down to the Barrett
house. But she's gone. They drove
her and the kids to North Tahoe
airport.

HAGEN
Goddamn it, where were you?

ROCCO
I was in my house. Willy tried, but
it would have taken some strong-arm
to stop her, and he figured you
wouldn't want that.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

They enter the boathouse.

HAGEN
(to one of the men)
Get me a Scotch and water.
 97.

The man hurries behind the bar.

ROCCO
She took a flight to San Francisco.
We figure she's going to connect to
New Hampshire; her parents' place.

HAGEN
(almost to himself)
I can't let him down.

He swallows the drink down in several gulps. And then looks

up to his men watching him. He's embarrassed to have shown
such weakness.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
All right, let me think a minute.

Rocco clears the men out.

ROCCO
Me too, Tom?

HAGEN
Yeah, give me a minute.

Rocco gone, Hagen moves behind the enormous bar, and pours
himself a giant drink. He drinks that, and calms himself.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
Oh Christ, Pop. It was so good when
you were alive. I felt I could
handle anything...

EXT. VIEW FROM BOAT - FULL VIEW - DAY

A beautiful coastal view of a tropical Caribbean city. An

extraordinary view, high buildings, palm trees, all set
right on the bay.

MED. CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

on the cruiser, Bussetta a little distance away, watching,

but never speaking. The dark-skinned CAPTAIN of the cruiser
keeps pointing repeatedly.

CAPTAIN
Habana, Habana.

EXT. HAVANA STREET - MOVING VIEW - DAY

Michael and Bussetta are driven in a Mercury sedan, making

its way through the streets of Havana.
 98.

CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

looking out the window.

MICHAEL'S POV
Crowded streets, occasional roving
bands playing for the tourists;
there is much evidence of tourism:
Americans walking through the
streets with cameras. Occasionally,
we see a Cuban with a row of
numbers attached to his hat,
carrying a big sheet of the daily
lottery numbers. From all of these
street impressions, the city is
booming with activity, but there is
also much evidence of whores and
pimps and little children begging
in the streets.

MED. VIEW
The big American car stops at an
intersection. Bussetta is sitting
in the forward passenger side;
while Michael is in the back. He
hears tapping on the window; he
turns and sees four Cuban boys
tapping on his window and extending
their hands, and rubbing their
stomachs as though they were
hungry. The Cuban driver rolls down
his window and shouts them away in
Spanish.

INT. HAVANA CASINO LOBBY - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT

Michael is led through a beautiful wooden lobby of the

hotel, done in Spanish style, apparently just recently
completed. He is approached by a thin, mousy man, SAM ROTH,
who ushers him toward the casino entrance.

SAM ROTH
Hiya, Mr. Corleone, I'm Sam Roth.
Welcome to the Capri; my brother's
upstairs. You wanta take a rest
before you see him, or can I get
you something, anything at all?

MICHAEL
No, I'm fine.

He leads Michael into the main casino.

 99.

SAM ROTH
This is it! We think it makes
Vegas look like the corner crap
game.

MICHAEL
Very impressive.

SAM ROTH
Jake, Jake, come over here. Mike, I
want you to meet Jake Cohen; he
manages the casino for us.

COHEN
(appreciating Michael's
status)
Mr. Corleone.

Sam turns to Bussetta and extends his glad-hand.

SAM ROTH
Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure...

He gets no response whatsoever from Bussetta.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT

An extremely tall, well-built Cuban, tanned and wearing an

attractive mustache, LEON, in his middle forties, reads from
a prepared paper. His sentences are translated by a smaller
man, standing to his rear.

LEON
(Spanish)
Most respected gentlemen, allow me
to welcome you to the City of
Havana, the Republic of Cuba on
behalf of His Excellency, Fulgencio
Batista.

THE VIEW BEGINS TO MOVE along the various men gathered for
this meeting.

LEON (O.S.) (CONT’D)

I'd like to thank this
distinguished group of American
Industrialists, for continuing to
work with Cuba, for the greatest
period of prosperity in her entire
history. Mr. William Proxmiro,
representing the General Fruit
Company... Messrs. Corngold and
Dant, of the United Telephone and
Telegraph Company;
(MORE)
 100.
LEON (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Mr. Petty, regional Vice-President
of the Pan American Mining
Corporation; and, of course, our
friend Mr. Robert Allen, of South
American Sugar. Mr. Nash of the
American State Department. And Mr.
Hyman Roth of Miami, and Michael
Corleone of Nevada representing our
Associates in Tourism and Leisure
Activities.

VIEW ON THE ENTIRE GROUP

Leon pauses to take a drink of water. Then proudly, he lifts

a shiny yellow telephone for all to see.

LEON
The President would like to take
this opportunity to thank U T&T for
their lovely gift: a solid gold
telephone! He thought all you
gentlemen would care to take a look
at it.

He hands the heavy phone set to one of his aides, and it is

passed in turn to each of the men in attendance.

CORNGOLD
Your Excellency, perhaps you could
discuss the status of rebel
activity and how this may affect
our businesses.

MED. CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

He receives the telephone, and glances at it before passing

it on to Hyman Roth.

LEON (O.S.)
Of course. The rebel movement is
basically unpopular, and since July
of 1958 has been contained in the
Oriente Province, in the mountains
of the Sierra Muestre.

Michael passes the phone on to Roth.

LEON (CONT’D)
(continuing)
We began a highly successful
offensive against them in March,
and activities within the city
itself are at a minimum.
(MORE)
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LEON (CONT’D)
I can assure you we'll tolerate no
guerrillas in the casinos or
swimming pools!

General subdued laughter.

A CUBAN STREET - LATE DAY

Police are stopping traffic. Michael's Mercury is among the

cars; a police officer, seeing that some important person is
being driven, walks up to the driver. He leans forward, and
says something in Spanish to the driver.

The driver, in turn, leans over to Michael.

DRIVER
He says it will just be a short
time and they'll let us through.

Michael looks out the window.

MICHAEL'S VIEW
The old building has been totally
surrounded by police and military
vehicles. Right at this moment,
they are waiting lazily, but
soldiers are there with automatic
weapons ready. There is a momentary
commotion inside the building, and
the men brace up. A Captain of the
Army detachment says something in
Spanish over a megaphone; and his
men put their weapons at the ready,
as other policemen lead a group of
civilians out of the building with
their hands up.

They are moved over to some military truck, where they are
frisked before being loaded.

All of a sudden, one of the civilian rebels breaks loose,

and rushes toward the command vehicle. He hurls himself into
the vehicle, as two police try to pull him out. A second
later, and there is an explosion; the man obviously having
hidden a grenade on his body, sacrificing his own life to
take the life of the Captain.

There is a commotion, but the military quickly quell it.

CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

watching. The police rush to Michael's car and guide it

outside of the trouble area.
 102.

MED. VIEW
as they lead and escort the Mercury
out of the area.

EXT. HAVANA COUNTRY CLUB - CLOSE VIEW - DAY

Some glasses; rum is poured into them; then Coca Cola.

Quarter limes are squeezed.

SAM ROTH (O.S.)

Rum... Coca Cola...a squeeze of
fresh lime...

Sam prepares the drinks for his brother, Hyman, and a group
of men, including Michael.

MAN
Cuba Libres.

MICHAEL
I was told the Cubans now call this
drink: "La Mentira."

ROTH
I still don't speak Spanish,
Michael.

MICHAEL
It means... "The Lie."

A moment's hesitation, then a few of the men laugh. Now two

Cubans in white carry a table which has a lovely small cake
on it.

SAM ROTH
The cake is here.

They all raise their glasses to the old man.

EVERYONE
(ad lib)
Happy Birthday!

Roth glances at the cake and its inscription, is pleased.

ROTH
I hope my age is correct: I am
always accurate about my age.

Some laugh. He nods, and they begin to cut it, put a piece
on plates, and carry them to the different men.
 103.

ROTH (CONT’D)
Everything we've learned in Vegas
is true here; but we can go
further. The bigger, the swankier,
the plusher the store, the more a
sense of legitimacy, and the bigger
business we do.
(looking at the plate
brought to him)
A smaller piece. What we've
proposed to the Cuban Government is
that it put up half the cash on a
dollar for dollar basis.
(accepting a smaller
piece)
Thank you. We can find people in
the United States who will put up
our share for a small piece of the
action, yet we will retain control.

ONE OF THE MEN

How much?

ROTH
A hundred million dollars. But only
if this Government relaxes its
restrictions on importing building
materials; we'll need some new
laws, too, but that will be no
difficulty.

ANOTHER MAN
What are import duties now?

ROTH
As much as seventy percent. Also,
I'm working out an arrangement with
the Minister of Labor so that all
our pit bosses, stick-men and
Dealers, can be considered
specialized technicians eligible
for two year visas. As of now
they're only allowed in Cuba for
six months at a time. In short,
we're in a full partnership with
the Cuban Government.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

is handed a piece of cake. Roth moves over to a folder of

documents.
 104.

ROTH
(continuing)
Here are applications from Friends
all over the States. I understand
Santo Virgilio in Tampa is trying
to make his own deal. Well, the
Cuban Government will brush him
off. The Lakeville Road Boys are
going to take over the Nacionale
here. I'm planning a new hotel
casino to be known as Riviera. The
new Capri will go to the Corleone
Family.

MED. VIEW
The cake is sliced and carried to
each of the men.

ROTH
Then there's the Sevilla Biltmore;
the Havana Hilton, which is going
to cost twenty-four million --
Cuban banks will put up half, the
Teamsters will bankroll the rest.
Generally, there will be friends
for all our friends including the
Lieutenant Governor of Nevada;
Eddie Levine of Newport will bring
in the Pennino Brothers, Dino and
Eddie; they'll handle actual casino
operations.

And seeing that all of his friends have been served, Roth
raises his fork.

ROTH (CONT’D)
Enjoy.

MICHAEL
I saw an interesting thing today. A
man was being arrested by the
Military Police; probably an urban
guerrilla. Rather than be taken
alive, he exploded a grenade hidden
in his jacket, taking the command
vehicle with him.

The various men look up as Michael eats his cake, wondering

what the point of it is.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
It occurred to me: the police are
paid to fight, and the Rebels are
not.
 105.

SAM ROTH
So?

MICHAEL
So, that occurred to me.

VIEW ON ROTH

He understands Michael's point, if the others do not.

ROTH
This country has had rebels for the
last fifty years; it's part of
their blood. Believe me, I know...
I've been coming here since the
twenties; we were running molasses
out of Havana when you were a baby.
To trucks owned by your father.
(he chuckles warmly over
the memory)
We'll talk when we're alone.

And he returns his attention to the men who are gathered

with him on his birthday.

EXT. ROTH'S PRIVATE TERRACE - DAY

Michael sits alone with the old man, on a terrace that

overlooks the city.

ROTH
You have to be careful what you say
in front of the others... they
frighten easy. It's always been
that way, most men frighten easy.

MICHAEL
We're making a big investment in
Cuba. That's my only concern.

ROTH
My concern is that the three
million never arrived at Batista's
numbered account in Switzerland. He
thinks it's because you have second
thoughts about his ability to stop
the rebels.

MICHAEL
The money was sent.
 106.

ROTH
Then you have to trace it. Michael,
people here look at me as a
reliable man. I can't afford not to
be looked on as a reliable man. But
you know all that; there's nothing
you can learn from me. You
shouldn't have to put up with a
sick old man as a partner.

MICHAEL
I wouldn't consider anyone else.

ROTH
Except the President of the United
States.

He laughs slyly, as though this is some private joke between

them. Then his laughter becomes a cough, which he painfully
stifles with a handkerchief.

ROTH (CONT’D)
If only I could live to see it,
kid; to be there with you. How
beautifully we've done it, step by
step. Here, protected, free to make
our profits without the Justice
Department, the FBI; ninety miles
away in partnership with a friendly
government. Ninety miles, just a
small step, looking for a man who
desperately wants to be President
of the United States, and having
the cash to make it possible.

MICHAEL
You'll be there to see it; you'll
be there.

INT. MICHAEL'S SUITE - NIGHT

The telephone has just rung; Michael listens.

OPERATOR
We have your call to Tahoe, Nevada,
sir.

MICHAEL
Thank you.
(click, click)
Tom? Tom, is that you?
 107.

ROCCO (O.S.)
No, Tom's out of town. This is
Rocco. Who is this?

Michael is openly disturbed that Hagen is not there. He

hangs up without answering.

EXT. NEW ENGLAND HOUSE - DAY

Tom Hagen steps out of a taxicab a bit tentatively, and then

steps toward the door of a pleasant New England house. He
rings the bell and waits, hat in hand. A moment later, the
door opens, and Kay is standing there.

KAY
I'm not surprised to see you, Tom.

INT. SMALL ROOM - NEW ENGLAND HOUSE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Out to the yard, where we can see glimpses of little Anthony

playing by himself.

KAY (O.S.)
I can't love a man like that; I
can't live with him, I can't let
him be father to my children. Look.

The little boy, moodily by himself.

VIEW ON KAY

obviously moved.

KAY
He's not like a little boy... he
doesn't talk to me; he doesn't want
to play; he doesn't like other
children, he doesn't like toys.
It's as though he's waiting for the
time he can take his Father's
place.
(almost in tears)
You know what he told me when he
was four years old. He said he had
killed his Grandfather...

VIEW ON HAGEN

listening, calmly.

KAY
... He said he had shot his
Grandfather with a gun, and then he
died in the garden.
(MORE)
 108.
KAY (CONT'D)
And he asked me... he asked me,
Tom, if that meant now his father
would shoot him out of... revenge.
(she cries)
How does a four year old boy learn
the word... 'revenge'?

HAGEN
Kay... Kay...

VIEW ON KAY

KAY
What kind of a family is this...
are we human beings? He knows his
Father killed his Uncle Carlo. He
heard Connie.

HAGEN
You don't know that's true. But
Kay, just for the sake of an
argument, let's assume it is, I'm
not saying it is, remember, but...
What if I gave you what might be
some justification for what he
did... or rather some possible
justification for what he possibly
did.

KAY
That's the first time I've seen the
lawyer side of you, Tom. It's not
your best side.

HAGEN
Okay, just hear me out. What if
Carlo had been paid to help get
Sonny killed? What if his beating
of Connie that time was a
deliberate plot to get Sonny out
into the open? Then what? And what
if the Don, a great man, couldn't
bring himself to do what he had to
do, avenge his son's death by
killing his daughter's husband?
What if that, finally, was too much
for him, and he made Michael his
successor, knowing that Michael
would take that load off his
shoulders, would take that guilt?

KAY
He's not the same as when I met
him.
 109.

HAGEN
If he were, he'd be dead by now.
You'd be a widow. You'd have no
problem.

KAY
What the hell does that mean? Come
on, Tom, speak out straight once in
your life. I know Michael can't,
but you're not Sicilian, you can
tell a woman the truth; you can
treat her like an equal, a fellow
human being.

There is a long silence.

Then Hagen shakes his head; he can tell her no more.

HAGEN
If you told Michael what I've told
you today, I'm a dead man.

KAY
When is it finally over? I want it
to be over before my baby is born.

HAGEN
I don't know. I hope soon; but it's
not over yet, and that's why you
and the kids have to come back to
me.

He looks at her; it's clear that he has been entrusted with

her safety and her children's.

He is a kind, good man, and seems very nervous and

overwrought.

VIEW ON THE WINDOW

Little Anthony is pressing his face against the glass pane,

as though he senses the adults are discussing something of
importance to him.

INT. TROPICANA HOTEL-CASINO - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

The Baccarat table. Busy, hundred dollar bills being played.

LOUDSPEAKER
Mr. Corleone; Mr. Freddie Corleone,
telephone please.

PIT BOSS
Not here.
 110.

VIEW ON THE CRAP TABLES

The play is fast; pit boss presiding; but no sign of Fredo.

LOUDSPEAKER
Telephone for Mr. Corleone.

ANOTHER PART OF THE CASINO

We see Neri, ominous, presiding over the entire store. He

picks up a pit telephone.

NERI
He's backstage.
(and hangs up
disgustedly)

INT. TROPICANA BACKSTAGE AREA - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Fredo is entertaining two showgirls done up in feathers and

what-have-you.

FREDO
C'mon, you got fifteen minutes
before the finale! I want to show
you a trick with feathers.

STAGEHAND
Phone for you.

FREDO
Don't go away; wait a minute.

He takes the phone; we can catch a VIEW of the show going on

from the wings.

FREDO (CONT’D)
(on the phone)
Yeah. Okay. Who? Mikey? But...
Si... si, caposco.
(in Sicilian)
Sure... how much? I understand.
Jesus, three million... I won't let
you down. Sure.

He hangs up thoughtfully.

ONE OF THE GIRLS

Freddie; we still got twelve
minutes before the finale!

FREDO
Yeah... some other time.
 111.

EXT. NEW YORK BAR - DAY

There is a light rain. Pentangeli steps out of his car;

points to Willy Cicci.

PENTANGELI
Wait in the car.

He walks up the street, to the bar, where he is greeted by

the tall, handsome Carmine Rosato. They shake hands.
Pentangeli looks in his hand.

CLOSE VIEW
Rosato has put a crisp one hundred
dollar bill in his hand, folded
sharply in two.

PENTANGELI
What's this?

ROSATO
That's a lucky C note for our new
deal.

He puts his arm around Pentangeli, and they walk into the
bar.

INT. THE BAR - DAY

The bar is fairly empty; and very dark. Pentangeli and

Rosato step up to the bar; the bartender momentarily stops
polishing glasses to pour a couple of drinks.

ROSATO
We were all real happy about your
decision, Frankie; you're not goin'
to regret it.

He holds up the glass.

PENTANGELI
I don't like the C-note. I take it
like an insult.

Suddenly, a garrote is thrown around Pentangeli's throat;

and he is forcefully yanked back into the shadows, all the
way into a wooden telephone booth.

CLOSE VIEW
The folded hundred dollar bill
resting on the bar.
 112.

MED. CLOSE - THE PHONE BOOTH

We see only Pentangeli's feet and legs, struggling. We HEAR

the terrible sounds of a man being strangled.

CLOSE ON ROSATO

Calm, and then he sees something that disturbs him.

ROSATO
Shit, your friend the cop!

Suddenly, the side door opens, and a shaft of sunlight cuts

through the darkness.

COP
Everything all right in there,
Ritchie? The door was open.

CLOSE ON THE PHONE BOOTH

Pentangeli's feet stop moving.

RITCHIE
Just cleaning up.
(strained voice)
You okay?

COP
Is that something on the floor?

ROSATO
Take him!

VOICE
Okay.

RITCHIE
Not here; not a cop, not here!

Two figures race through the shadows and race through the
doors.

COP
(shouting to his partner,
in uniform)
Stutz! Watch out, Stutz!

EXT. THE BAR - DAY

We see that a patrol car had stopped for its routine visit.
STUTZ, the second patrolman, is just stepping out of his
car;
 113.

Pentangeli's bodyguard, seeing the commotion, leaps out.

Three men, including Rosato, rush out. There is gunfire;
Cicci is wounded.

MED. CLOSE
The patrolmen is grazed across the
face; trying to stop the flow of
blood with his hand.

NEW VIEW
The three assailants jump into the
car and drive off.

INT. THE BAR - DAY

The stricken Pentangeli comes back to life. He can barely

move his lips.

PENTANGELI
The bastard. The dirty bastard, he
gave me a C-note. He gave me a C-
note.

He sees the patrolman leaning over him.

EXT. PATROL CAR - DAY

The Sergeant is on the car radio.

SERGEANT
Frankie Pentangeli murder attempt.
Patrolman Stutz shot. Sahara Lounge
- Utica Avenue and Claredon Road.
White Cadillac three or four men
took off from scene. Need
ambulance; Stutz is bad. Taking
Pentangeli into custody...

INT. ROTH'S SUITE IN HAVANA - MED. CLOSE VIEW ON ROTH - DAY

His wizened face, pale. Right now, though, his eyes have a
sparkle as he watches three million dollars in cold cash
being counted on a card table in front of him.

His brother Sam is present, and the sandy-haired Courier, a

little nervous; the one who had left from the Tropicana with
the Corleone skim-money. Also Johnny Ola. The money is
evidently all there; Roth picks up a packet; probably a
hundred thousand dollars, and throws it over to the Courier.

ROTH
Make it fast; I don't want to
chance him being seen.
 114.

COURIER
(frightened)
What about the arrangements? How
can I be sure about the
arrangements?

OLA
Relax. You're under our protection;
the Corleone family will never find
you.

Ola leads the Courier to the adjoining room where two

smartly dressed Military (Cuban) Police are standing, and a
civilian. The Courier sees them, looks back to Ola. One of
the police steps forward, placing the Courier under arrest;
handcuffing him.

COURIER
Hey, what's this?

The other takes the packet of money, and hands it to the

civilian, who places it in the briefcase he carries. The
other officer kneels down and fastens leg manacles.

COURIER (CONT’D)
The arrangements... YOU BASTARDS!
What...

The Captain strikes him expertly across the side of his head
with his pistol.

Ola closes the door on this scene.

EXT. THE HAVANA CAPRI - DAY

Fredo Corleone steps out of a car, squints up at the

sunshine and palm trees. He is holding on tightly to a small
satchel, which he won't let the bellman carry along with his
other things.

INT. MICHAEL'S SUITE - MED. CLOSE VIEW - DAY

Michael and Fredo in a brother's embrace; they kiss each

other. Fredo is still in his jacket, holding the satchel.

FREDO
Mikey. How are you?

He glances up at Bussetta, who doesn't say a word. Fredo

extends his hand.

FREDO (CONT’D)
Hiya, Freddie Corleone.
 115.

MICHAEL
Mio fratello.

Then Bussetta offers his hand back to Fredo.

FREDO
(taking off his jacket)
What a trip, Jesus Christ, the
whole time I'm thinking what if
someone knew what I got in here.

He undoes the combination of the briefcase starts taking out

cash. Then he stops, remembering that there's a stranger in
the room.

FREDO (CONT’D)
Oh, 'scuse me.

MICHAEL
It's all right. He stays with me
all the time.

FREDO
Oh. Mikey, what's up? I'm totally
in the dark.

MICHAEL
We're making an investment in
Havana.

FREDO
Great, Havana's great. Lots of
activity in Havana! Anybody I know
here. Five-Angels? Anybody?

MICHAEL
Johnny Ola... Hyman Roth.

FREDO
I never met them.

MICHAEL
Pentangeli's dead. He was ambushed
by the Rosato Brothers.
(pause)
Didn't you know that?

FREDO
No. No, I didn't. Who tells me
anything? I been kept in the dark
so long, I'm getting used to it.

MICHAEL
I want you to help me, Fredo.
 116.

FREDO
That's what I'm here for.

MICHAEL
Tonight I want to relax with you.
The Senator from Nevada is here
with some people from Washington. I
want to show them a good time in
Havana.

FREDO
Count on me; that's my specialty.

MICHAEL
I'd like to come along. There's
been a lot of strain, and I've been
cooped up in this room for three
days.

FREDO
Me and you, great! Gimme an hour
to wash my face and do my research
and we'll have these Washington
suckers right where you want 'em.
(then a thought strikes
him)
Poor Frankie Five-Angels. He always
wanted to die in bed...with a
broad.

INT. ROTH'S SUITE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Michael stands at Roth's door carrying the briefcase that

Fredo had brought.

A hotel DOCTOR takes Hyman Roth's blood pressure, while his

wife waits nervously.

DOCTOR
(Spanish)
You must not exert yourself; I will
write out a prescription and come
back tomorrow.

HOTEL MAN
He's going to write a prescription.

ROTH
I want my own doctor; fly him in
from Miami. I don't trust a doctor
who can't speak English.

The doctor is shown out. Roth gestures to the hotel man, who
also leaves. Then he looks to his wife.
 117.

ROTH (CONT’D)
Honey, go down to the casino?

TERRI
If you feel better...

ROTH
I do. Play the Bingo game.

They kiss, and she leaves. Also Bussetta and Ola remain.

ROTH (CONT’D)
My sixth sense tells me you have a
bag full of money in your hand.

Ola locks the door; Michael nods, and opens the bag,
spilling its contents on the card table.

MICHAEL
This doubles my investment.

ROTH
Still no word of your courier?
We'll find him. But at least this
will satisfy our friends here.
You've been invited to the New Year
reception at the Presidential Home.
I understand your brother is here
as well; I hope he'll come.

MICHAEL
Six million dollars in cash is a
high price for a piece of a country
in the middle of a revolution.

Roth looks patiently at Michael, as though he were a child

who hadn't minded the lesson that he had been taught over
and over again.

ROTH
You're a careful kid, and that's
good. But look. An international
dispatch on the wire service.
American journalism, not
propaganda. The government troops
have all but eliminated the rebels.
All but their radio station.

MICHAEL
I've read it; I'm pleased that the
government is doing so well. As a
heavy investor, I'm pleased. How
did the doctor find you?
 118.

ROTH
Terrible. I'd give twice this
amount to take a piss without it
hurting.

MICHAEL
Who had Frankie Pantangeli killed?

ROTH
(taken a bit off-balance)
Why...the Rosato Brothers.

MICHAEL
I know that; but who gave the go
ahead.

Roth glances to Ola; he is not a fool; he realizes Michael

has begun to suspect him.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
I know it wasn't me...so that
leaves you.

ROTH
There was this kid that I grew up
with; he was a couple years younger
than me, and sort of looked up to
me, you know. We did our first work
together, worked our way out of the
street. Things were good and we
made the most of it. During
prohibition, we ran molasses up to
Canada and made a fortune; your
father too. I guess as much as
anyone, I loved him and trusted
him. Later on he had an idea to
make a city out of a desert stop-
over for G.I.'s on the way to the
West Coast. That kid's name was Moe
Greene, and the city he invented
was Las Vegas. This was a great
man; a man with vision and guts;
and there isn't even a plaque or a
signpost or a statue of him in that
town. Someone put a bullet through
his eye; no one knows who gave the
order. When I heard about it I
wasn't angry. I knew Moe; I knew he
was headstrong, and talking loud,
and saying stupid things. So when
he turned up dead, I let it go, and
said to myself: this is the
business we've chosen.
(MORE)
 119.
ROTH (CONT'D)
I never asked, who gave the go
ahead because it had nothing to do
with business.

He regards Michael silently a moment.

ROTH (CONT’D)
(continuing)
There's three million dollars on
that table. I'm going to lie down,
maybe take a nap. When I wake up,
if it's still there, I'll know I
have a partner. If it's gone, then
I'll know I don't.

The old man turns, and moves in his slippers, toward his
bedroom.

INT. THE CORRIDOR - DAY

Michael closes the door, and moves down the hallway. He is

followed by Bussetta, who had waited in the corridor.

MICHAEL
(Sicilian)
How sick do you think the old man
is?

BUSSETTA
(Sicilian)
He'll live longer than me.

INT. TROPICOR NIGHT CLUB - VIEW ON THE SHOW - NIGHT

A Havana extravaganza, with tall, beautiful showgirls done

up in flamboyant, 'South-of-the-Border' Carmen Miranda
costumes; the lead singer is a six foot blonde doing "Rum
and Coca Cola" in that style. Her name is YOLANDA.

MED. VIEW
At a large round table, located in
an obvious VIP section of the high,
tropically draped room with living
ferns and other tropical planting
with artificial stars.

Michael rises, to be introduced by Fredo to some

conservative looking Senatorial types, including Senator Pat
Geary of Nevada. We notice Bussetta standing nearby.

FREDO
Does everyone know everyone, or
nobody knows nobody.
(MORE)
 120.
FREDO (CONT'D)
Here, my brother, Michael
Corleone... well, you know Senator
Geary.

Geary warmly shakes Michael's hand.

SENATOR GEARY
Good to see you, Mike; I'm glad we
can spend this time together.

FREDO
This is Senator Payton from
Florida; Judge DeMalco from New
York... Senator Ream... Mr.
Questadt from California, he's a
lawyer with the Price-Control
Administration. And Fred Corngold
of U T&T.

They all make themselves comfortable. A waiter with a tray

of drinks appears.

FREDO (CONT’D)
Gentlemen... your pleasure? Cuba
Libres, Pina Coladas, you name it.

SENATOR GEARY
I'll take a Yolanda.

Laughter.

FREDO
Later, later. All those girls look
like they're on stilts!

The various tropical drinks are distributed.

SENATOR GEARY
To a night in Havana!

They all join in.

FREDO
(aside to Michael)
Jeeze, it's great you came along,
Mike... You know, we've never spent
a night out on the town together. I
always thought you looked down on
me for liking a good time.

MICHAEL
I never looked down on you, Fredo.
You don't look down at a brother.
 121.

INT. THE CASINO - NIGHT

By now the group has made its way into the casino. Some of
them are crowded around the crap table; Senator Geary is
with the enormous and beautiful Yolanda, who barely speaks
English. There are other girls with some of the men; not
with Michael, who gambles dollars while talking to Corngold.

CORNGOLD
Our information is that Castro is
dead. There are maybe a few hundred
die-hards in the Sierra Muestra;
but government troops are going to
clean them out any day.

Johnny Ola approaches Michael.

OLA
Mike, can I talk to you.

Michael follows Ola toward the Baccarat table; a watchful

Bussetta moves, a distance away, with them.

OLA (CONT’D)
Listen, this Senator from Florida
already has a hundred grand worth
of markers on the table.

We can see Senator Ream at the table, making thousand dollar

bets on the Bank.

OLA (CONT’D)
They asked him to sign paper to
take down the markers; but he got
mad; told them to wait until he was
finished.

MICHAEL
Let him gamble.

OLA
Okay. You know he doesn't have that
kind of money.

FREDO
Mike said let him gamble.

Fredo puts his arm around his brother; he is high with the
first attention Mike has ever given him, as though finally
he is being taken seriously; as though his brother needs
him.
 122.

FREDO (CONT’D)
Mike, I got something special up my
sleeve for these boys. You ever
hear of "Superman?" And I don't
mean the comic book.

MICHAEL
No.

FREDO
Wait'll you see!

INT. HAVANA BAR - NIGHT

Our group are in a large Havana bar; the walls totally

covered with hundreds of fifths of different types of rum
and other liquor.

A couple of the girls from the show are out with the men;
Yolanda herself is giving them a private song and dance.

Fredo is a little loaded, and especially attentive to

Michael this night.

FREDO
Mikey, why would they ever hit poor
old Frankie Five-Angels? I loved
that ole sonuvabitch. I remember
when he was just a 'button,' when
we were kids. We used to put
bedsheets on our heads, you know,
like we were ghosts. An' ole
Frankie come peek into our room,
we'd jump up, and he'd always
pretend like he was really scared.
You remember?

MICHAEL
It was hard to have him killed.

FREDO
You? What do you mean you, I
thought...

MICHAEL
It was hard to have him killed.

FREDO
You? What do you mean you, I
thought...

MICHAEL
It was Frankie tried to have me
hit.
 123.

FREDO
No. I mean, are you sure?

MICHAEL
You know otherwise, Freddie?

FREDO
Me? NO, no, I don't know anything.
Fellas! You're all falling asleep.
We got to see Superman.

CLOSE ON MICHAEL

A growing feeling about his brother.

EXT. GARISH HAVANA STREET - NIGHT

The street is lit with tons of neon signs; it is alive with

people; some roving bands of musicians. Everywhere are
little boys running around, begging for money. And in
doorways and windows are silent, dark-skinned women.

SENATOR REAM
(pushing away from the
palm outstretched little
hands of the boys)
Goddamn beggers. Goddamn city of
beggars and pimps and whores. And
we bend over backwards to support
them with the goddamn sugar quota.

FREDO
(to Geary)
What's eating him?

SENATOR GEARY
He lost a quarter million dollars
at the casino.

SENATOR REAM
...goddamn city of whores...

SENATOR GEARY
He gave them a bad check.

INT. 'SUPERMAN SHOW' - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

A large room with a succession of platforms arranged step-

like around a circular area which becomes a stage.

There are a hundred or so people, practically all men,

tourists and business men, standing on the different levels,
forming the audience.
 124.

In the center of the stage is a thick, telephone type pole,

to which is tied a young Cuban girl, in a flimsy white
sacrificial slip. A small band, mostly drummers, play some
Latin music.

MED. VIEW
Fredo's party standing on the ramp,
looking down at the spectacle.
They're a little woozy from the
drinks and late hour. Michael is
with them, but now we sense he is
using this time, with all exhausted
and drunk, to come to some
important conclusions.

QUESTADT
Why do we have to stand?

FREDO
Everyone stands. But it's worth it,
watch!

VIEW ON THE ARENA

Now two high priestesses, scantily clad, bring in a tall and

muscular Cuban, done up in chains and loin cloth, as though
he were a captured slave. This is SUPERMAN

VIEW ACROSS THE MEN TO THE STAGE

FREDO
That's him; that's Superman!

Some preliminary pornographic proceedings go on, as the

priestesses lead the slave to the virgin tied to the post.
The music is percussive and wild.

MED. VIEW ON THE MEN

SENATOR GEARY
Ohmygod. I don't believe it.

QUESTADT
It's got to be fake.

FREDO
That's why they call him Superman.
Johnny Ola told me about this; I
didn't believe it.

CLOSE on Michael turning away. Not because of the spectacle

which he finds disgusting, but at what his brother is
saying.
 125.

FREDO (O.S.) (CONT’D)

... but seeing is believing. Ole
Johnny knows all the places. I tol'
you... can you believe it?

If Michael would ever allow himself to cry, it would be now.

FREDO (CONT’D)
(continuing)
The old man Roth, would never come;
but Johnny knows these places like
the back of his hand...

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

INT. MICHAEL'S SUITE - MED. VIEW - MORNING

Michael is alone in his bedroom; it seems as though he

hasn't slept very much, but sits by his window, looking out
at the city. He is troubled and tired.

His radio is on:

RADIO
(Spanish)
"This is Rebel Radio: Rebel troops
of Column Four 'Jose Marti' took
the town of Baire yesterday at 8:30
p.m. The enemy has retreated..."

EXT. CUBAN STREET - MORNING

This street in Havana is like a Caribbean tourist city with

no indication of the revolution in progress.

Michael walks along the street, alone, past the Cubans on

their way to work; past the American ladies who have gotten
up early for their shopping spree.

RADIO
(Spanish) (continuing)
... An important military action is
developing along a 35-kilometer
stretch of the Central Highway.
Numerous enemy garrisons are left
with two alternatives, surrender or
annihilation...

One full block away, Bussetta rides in the front seat of the
dark Mercury, driving slowly, giving Michael his privacy,
but never letting him out of Bussetta's sight.
 126.

CLOSE ON MICHAEL

watching.

MICHAEL'S VIEW
Shopkeepers happily luring the
tourists into their shops in broken
English. Havana is prosperous.

RADIO
(continuing)
... Victories in war depend on a
minimum on weapons and to a maximum
on morale...

VIEW ON MICHAEL

glances back to the dark car following him. In a moment, it

pulls up to him, and he gets into the back seat.

EXT. AMERICAN MILITARY MISSION - VIEW ON MICHAEL - DAY

standing by his car, looking through the cyclone fencing

that borders this military training camp operated by the
American Army near the city.

RADIO
... War is not a simple question of
rifles, bullets, guns and planes...

CLOSER VIEW INTO THE CAMP

EXT. HAVANA STREET - DAY

A street singer, followed by a guitarist sings Jose Marti's

words of "Guantanamera." It is solemn, as though it is a
song of protest, a song of the revolution.

Nearby, in a restaurant, Michael has lunch with Fredo.

MICHAEL
How is your wife, Fredo...your
marriage?

FREDO
(eating)
You know her; drives me crazy, one
minute she's a popsicle, the next
she's all vinegar. Sometimes I
think... I think - I should a
married someone, like you did. To
have kids, to have a family.
 127.

Michael turns, distracted for a moment at something the

singer has sung.

MICHAEL
"Yo soy un hombre sincero..." I am
a sincere man, From the land of the
palms...

FREDO
What's that?

MICHAEL
The song. Are you sincere with me,
Fredo?

FREDO
Sincere. What are you talking
about, of course I'm sincere with
you, Mike.

MICHAEL
Then I'm going to confide in you;
trust you with something.

FREDO
(Sicilian)
Mike, are you crazy, I'm your
brother.

MICHAEL
Tonight we've been invited to a
reception at the Presidential
Palace; to bring in the New Year.
You and I will go in a special car
that's being sent. They'll have
cocktails... then dinner, and a
reception with the President. When
it's over, it will be suggested
that you take Questadt and his
friends from Washington to spend
the night with some women. I'll go
home alone in the car; and before I
reach the hotel, I'll be
assassinated.

FREDO
...Who?

MICHAEL
The same man who tried in Nevada...
Hyman Roth, not Pentangeli.

FREDO
But, you told me yourself...
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MICHAEL
It was never Pentangeli... I've
always known that. It was Roth all
along. He talks to me as a son; as
his successor, but the old man
thinks he'll live forever.

FREDO
What do you want me to do?

MICHAEL
To go tonight, with me, as though
we know nothing. I've already made
my move.

FREDO
What is it? Can I help?

MICHAEL
The old man will never bring in the
New Year.

Fredo realizes what he means; looks immediately to Bussetta,

who had been sitting near the door and the musicians. He is
gone.

INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - MOVING VIEW ON BUSSETTA - NIGHT

The first time ever away from Michael, moving toward us

quickly. He stops, knocks on the door of Roth's suite. Then
quickly for a man his size, he moves without noise to the
adjoining door, opens it with a key, and disappears inside.

A moment elapses on the empty corridor, and then a roused

Johnny Ola, opens the first door. He steps out into the
corridor, to see who had knocked. Confused, he is about to
return inside, when Bussetta easily breaks his neck in two
from behind.

INT. THE SUITE - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

as Bussetta quietly pulls the limp body of Johnny Ola, his

head bent at an impossible angle, and lays it at the foot of
the couch.

EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT

Guards who are regular troops patrol the Palace in twos,

carrying machine weapons.

Now an elite officer, checks the identification of the

various cars carrying dignitaries, as they are driven up to
the Palace. The one being inspected at the moment contains
Fredo and Michael.
 129.

We can see the beautifully dressed people on their way to

the reception, and sense the cheerful mood of this New
Year's Eve.

INT. THE SUITE - NIGHT

Bussetta bends over Ola's body, tying the wrists and knees
with electrical extensions. He then easily carries the body
to the small balcony which all the rooms have.

EXT. THE BALCONY - NIGHT

Bussetta swings the body over the side of the balcony

railing; tying the extension cord to the railing, and
suspending the body so that it is invisible both from the
inside and out during the night.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - VIEW ON THE MAIN FOYER - NIGHT

The PRESIDENT, his WIFE and six oldest CHILDREN great

formally the many beautifully and affluently dressed guests.
He speaks to them in Spanish, as one by one they file to
him.

Michael and Fredo are presented in a group with several

other Americans, including several of the American
businessmen with interests in Cuba.

EXT. STREETS OF HAVANA - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

The excitement of the night is beginning to build; people

are out in the streets; poor people, but they are
enthusiastic and lively.

NEW VIEW
Traffic stops, as an ambulance
speeds its way to a hospital; SIREN
going.

INT. THE SUITE - NIGHT

Bussetta delicately picks up a small satin cushion that had

fallen from the couch, and replaces it as though nothing had
happened. Slowly he cracks the door open which adjoins
Roth's bedroom. There is a slight commotion; whispered
voices.

BUSSETTA'S VIEW
Terri, Mrs. Roth, is crying. A
group of men lift Hyman Roth's
frail body onto a stretcher.
 130.

CLOSE ON BUSSETTA

realizes that this is the man he is to kill.

CLOSER VIEW ON ROTH

He is alive; breathing hard with his mouth dry and open. The
doctor examines him, and then gives instructions to the
orderly who carries him out, presumably to the ambulance.

Bussetta closes the door on this VIEW.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT

An orchestra plays for the guests, as an army of waiters

serve champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Michael relaxes with
Senator Geary, Major Leon, and several of the Americans.

QUESTADT
The embargo on arms shipments from
the U.S. to your government, was
just a necessary public relations
move... Only last month, your air
force received a major shipment of
rockets...

Michael glances at his watch; Fredo concentrates on this.

SENATOR GEARY
We believe in non-intervention...
but the agreement stipulates that
our forces may be withdrawn... but
as you've seen, we have not
withdrawn them.

CORNGOLD
And my guess is that President
Eisenhower won't pull out while we
have over three billion invested
over here.

MICHAEL
Fredo. Where are you going?

FREDO
Nowhere, Mike. I wanted to get a
refill. How about you?

EXT. HAVANA HOSPITAL - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

The ambulance makes its way up to the emergency section of

the hospital. The orderlies quickly carry the old man
inside. His wife and the doctor, and several of his men,
follow in another car.
 131.

THE VIEW ALTERS

and we see Bussetta waiting in the shadows.

EXT. HAVANA STREETS - NIGHT

The growing crowds of Cubans begin their celebration.

NEW VIEW
A Cuban military detachment speeds
along in the night, motorcyclists
clear a path through the
celebrants.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

A full sitdown dinner is being served the guests. Michael

sits at a table at dinner with several of the distinguished
Cubans, and some of the American businessmen.

QUESTADT
What's kept Mr. Roth?

Fredo looks up at Michael.

In the back of the room, we notice the detachment of

military moving quickly through the reception room on their
way to the President's private quarters. Michael notices it
as well.

INT. THE HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

The activity at the end of the hall has come to rest; we can
tell that the doctor tells Mrs. Roth that she should go, the
old man will be taken to a room where he can rest.
Gradually, these people leave him in the care of the
hospital staff.

Bussetta watches from the distance of the hallway; after the

old man has been moved, he quietly walks down the hallway to
the room.

HIS VIEW
A nurse sits in the room in
attendance; Hyman Roth is asleep,
his mouth wide open, breathing
noisily.

VIEW ON BUSSETTA

hears footsteps, quickly steps away from the door, and into
another room.
 132.

Some nurses and attendants speak to the nurse in the room in

Spanish; one has brought a small bottle of wine, and
obviously they are inviting the nurse to have a New Year's
toast with them. They laugh; and the nurse steps away from
the room for a moment.

Bussetta moves slowly back into the room, alone with the
helpless Roth.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - FULL VIEW ON THE GUESTS - NIGHT

seeing in the New Year; a great banner is hoisted up in

Spanish, welcoming 1959.

Hands are shaken; kisses exchanged.

MED. CLOSE VIEW

Michael and Fredo in an embrace; they kiss one another.

MICHAEL
I've arranged for a plane; we're
going to Miami in an hour. Try not
to make a big thing of it.

He kisses his brother once again.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
I know it was you, Fredo. You've
broken my heart.

Slowly, understanding, Fredo backs away from his brother,

taking the kiss another way.

A little distance away, Major Leon notices an old woman, one

of the President's maids, moving across the alcove, carrying
her suitcases.

LEON
What a pity; she's crying. Must
have been fired, and she's been
with the President's family for
twenty years.

EXT. HAVANA STREETS - NIGHT

The gathered crowd joyously welcomes the New Year. We notice

the continual military movement.

MED. VIEW
A family surreptitiously leaves
their home, carrying suitcases and
belongings.
 133.

INT. ROTH'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

Bussetta raises a hospital pillow, and easily begins to

smother the thin old man, who can barely struggle.

OUT IN THE HALL

A detachment of military move quickly, accompanied by some

of Roth's men, as though they have important news that must
be dealt with.

They pass the small group of aides and nurses welcoming the
New Year.

Seeing them, the nurse assigned to him, puts down her glass
and moves quickly to the room.

She opens the door, and lays bare the sight of Bussetta
smothering Roth. Bussetta turns quickly; and one of the
military takes out his pistol and shoots several times at
his head.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT

The entire reception has been disrupted for an announcement;

all the guests in their formal dress and evening gowns,
standing with frightened faces like first class passengers
on a doomed ship. The President himself, his back to our
VIEW, is making an announcement in Spanish. While he speaks,
we notice continuous movement of his personal staff,
carrying suitcases and possessions.

PRESIDENT
...Because of serious setbacks of
our troops in Guantanamo and
Santiago, we feel reluctantly, that
we must leave the Capital at once.
Myself and my family must bid you
goodbye, and good fortune. We will
go directly to Ciudad Trujillo.

The crowd is stunned; already whispers are moving throughout

the guests.

The only one who is not completely taken off guard is

Michael, who quietly steps back, and disappears from the
room.

PRESIDENT (CONT’D)
...My only regret is that there
could not have been more warning...
(MORE)
 134.
PRESIDENT (CONT’D)
As my last official act as
President, I hereby appoint a
provisional government with Dr.
Carlos M. Piedra, as its President.

By now, there is only one thought among the guests: how can
they get out, and with what.

EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT

We see evidence of the confusion at this late hour; already

cars are beginning to move; people leaving the Palace in
haste. Michael moves quickly toward his car. He sees Fredo,
watching him in fear.

MICHAEL
Come with me. It's your only way of
getting out!

VIEW ON FREDO

Terrified of his brother, and what he knows; Fredo backs

away into the growing noise and confusion of the crowd.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

Finally, he has to step into the car and it roars off.

EXT. HAVANA STREETS - NIGHT

Rebel cars with loudspeakers have already picked up the news

that Batista has conceded...this throws the crowds already
gathered for the New Year into cheers of joy.

They harass a wealthy family who are trying to get away in

their car.

The people pull them out of the car, opening their

suitcases, out of which spill piles of cash and jewelry into
street.

Michael's car makes its way as the crowd cheers: "El animale
se fue!"

EXT. THE UNITED STATES EMBASSY - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

Crowds of panicked and frightened tourists, and Batistianos

are trying to get to the safety of the Embassy with the
families and possessions.

We see Geary, and some of the Americans we had met, working

their way through the crowds, shouting that they are
Americans in order to get preference on the line. Often that
declaration brings 'boos' from the crowds.
 135.

Sometimes the joyous Cubans will let a family through, but

again, taking away the suitcases, rich leather, filled with
money and valuables. Money seems to be stuffed everywhere.

EXT. THE YACHT CLUB - NIGHT

All forms of private transportation are jammed with people

trying to get out, holding cash in their hands for anyone
with a yacht or small boat to get them to Florida.

A car pulls up; and we see Sam Roth, Terri Roth and some of
their men, carry the sickly, but still alive Hyman Roth to a
private cruiser which is protected by men with machine guns.

Within seconds, they are on their way to Miami.

EXT. THE PRIVATE AIRPORT - NIGHT

Things are no different at the airport; where anything that

can fly is being jammed with refugees and their money.

A wealthy family is arguing with the pilot of a fast

airplane; trying to force cash on him, and his family into
the plane. The PILOT steadfastly refuses, although checking
his watch, as though his passengers are late. He speaks only
English.

PILOT
No, this is a private plane. No,
this plane is taken.

Finally Michael's Mercury pulls up, and Michael approaches

the Pilot.

MICHAEL
He isn't here.

PILOT
We've got to leave, they'll take
this thing apart.

MICHAEL
All right. Go now.

The Pilot lets Michael in, as the Cuban screams curses at

them, and begins searching for another plane for his family.

INT. THE PLANE - VIEW ON THE PILOT - NIGHT

as the propeller turns over.

 136.

EXT. THE AIRPORT - FULL VIEW - NIGHT

Groups of the cheering, celebrating Cubans sing

"Guantanamera," now as a song of triumph.

INT. THE PLANE - MOVING VIEW - MICHAEL - NIGHT

Closer to him, his personal and business life caught in the

middle of history.

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - MED. VIEW - DAY (1920)

He stops to pick out some choice oranges and peaches from a

fruit stand. Then he reaches into his pocket for change.

VENDOR
No, no. It is my pleasure to make
this a gift.

CLOSE VIEW ON VITO

VITO
You are kind. If ever I can do
something for you, in return,
please come to me.

INT. VITO'S TENEMENT - DAY

Despite his new position of 'respect,' there is little

changed about his home. Only that they have lived there a
while now, and the rooms are fuller with the inevitable
possessions a young family acquires.

He kisses his wife, who seems a big apprehensive. He shows

her the fruit; and from her reaction knows she has something
on her mind.

VITO
(Sicilian)
What is it?

CARMELLA
(Sicilian)
Come...

They step into the tiny parlor, where we see an older woman,
waiting nervously.

CARMELLA (CONT’D)
The Signora is a friend of mine.
She has a favor to ask of you.
 137.

VITO
(Sicilian)
Why do you come to me?

SIGNORA COLOMBO
(Sicilian)
She told me to ask you.

He seems surprised; looks to his wife.

CARMELLA
She is having some trouble. Her
landlord has received complaints
because of her dog. He told her to
get rid of it, but her boy loved
it, so they tried to hide it. When
the landlord found out, he was so
angry, he ordered her to leave.
Even if she truly will let the dog
go.

SIGNORA COLOMBO
(Sicilian)
He said he would have the police
put us out.

VITO
(thoughtfully)
I can give you some money to help
you move, is that what you want?

SIGNORA COLOMBO
My friends are all here; how can I
move to another neighborhood with
strangers? I want you to speak to
the landlord to let me stay.

Vito nods to the frightened old woman.

VITO
It's done then. You won't have to
move; I'll speak to him tomorrow
morning.

Carmella breaks into a smile; which her husband des not

acknowledge.

The old woman starts to leave the room; but she is not
convinced.

SIGNORA COLOMBO
You're sure he'll say yes, the
landlord?
 138.

VITO
I'm sure he's a good-hearted
fellow. Once I explain how things
are with you, I'm sure he'll take
pity on your misfortunes. Don't let
it trouble you any more.
(as he shows her out)
Guard your health, for the sake of
your children.

EXT. TENEMENT BLOCK - DAY

SIGNOR ROBERTO, a pompous, rather well-dressed Patrone

angrily walks down the steps of one of his tenement
buildings.

He carries a check list, and makes marks with a pencil

concerning the condition of his various buildings; a broken
window here, some missing tile there. He bends over to pick
up some garbage left by a thoughtless tenant, muttering to
himself, when he sees the shoes and legs of a young worker.

VITO (O.S.)
Signore Roberto...

He rises to be face to face with a polite Vito Corleone.

VITO (CONT’D)
The friend of my wife, a poor widow
with no man to protect her, tells
me that for some reason she has
been ordered to move from your
building. She is in despair. She
has no money, she has no friends
except those that live here.

Signor Roberto brusquely answers, and continues on his way.

ROBERTO
I have already rented the apartment
to another family.

MOVING SHOT ON THE TWO

VITO
I told her I would speak to you,
that you are a reasonable man who
acted out of some misunderstanding.
She has gotten rid of the animal
that caused all the trouble, so why
shouldn't she stay. As one Italian
to another, I ask you the favor.
 139.

ROBERTO
I've already rented it; I cannot
disappoint the new tenants. They're
paying a higher rent.

VITO
How much more a month?

ROBERTO
Eh...
(we sense he is lying)
Five dollars more.

Vito reaches into his pocket, and takes out a roll of bills.

VITO
Here is the six month's increase in
advance. You needn't speak to her
about it, she's a proud woman. See
me again in another six months. But
of course, you'll let her keep her
dog.

ROBERTO
Like hell! And who the hell are
you to give me orders. Watch your
manners or you'll be on your
Sicilian ass in the street there.

Vito raises his hands in surprise; his voice is reasonable.

VITO
I'm asking you a favor, only that.
One never knows when one might need
a friend, isn't that true? Here,
take this money as a sign of my
good-will, and make your own
decision. I won't quarrel with it.
(he puts the money in
Roberto's hand)
Do me this little favor, just take
it and think carefully. Tomorrow
morning if you want to give me the
money back, by all means do so. If
you want the woman out of your
house, how can I stop you? It's
your property, after all. If you
don't want the dog in there, I can
understand. I dislike dogs myself.
(he pats Roberto on the
shoulder)
Do me this service, eh? I won't
forget it.
(MORE)
 140.
VITO (CONT'D)
Ask your friends in this
neighborhood about me, they'll tell
you I'm a man who believes in
showing his gratitude.

Without a word more, Vito leaves a hypnotized Roberto

standing in front of the tenement, his hand clasping the
money.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY

A thin young man, almost gawky, walks down the street in

this Italian neighborhood, his name is HYMAN SUCHOWSKY.

He carries his tools as he comes home from work. He is

pursued and tormented by a couple of Italian youths, about
his own age, eighteen.

ITALIAN BOY
Kid, where do you live?

ANOTHER
Where'd you get those nigger lips?

He tries not to be intimidated; finally one of the boys,

steps in front of him and stops him.

ITALIAN BOY
Say 'bread' in Italian.

ANOTHER
He dunno.

ITALIAN BOY
Go on; how do you say 'bread' in
Italian? If you're from the
neighborhood, you should know how
to say 'bread' in Italian.

An amused Peter Clemenza steps forward from a local coffee

house, to preside over the fuss. He's a 'big' man in the
neighborhood, and loves a fight.

CLEMENZA
What's up?

ITALIAN BOY
This kid lives around here, but he
can't say bread in Italian.

CLEMENZA
That's 'cause he's Jew. Look at
those pregnant lips!
 141.

He giggles at his own joke.

ITALIAN BOY
Are you a Jewboy?

The boy doesn't answer, tries to keep going.

ITALIAN BOY (CONT’D)

Well, if you're not a Jew, say
'bread' in Italian. See, he can't.

And with that, he rounds a blow squarely to the boy's face,

sending him sprawling to the cement, his tools flying with a
clatter.

The other Italian immediately joins in with a few kicks to

the boy's stomach. Hyman tries to fight back; grabs a hold
of his tormentor's foot, and brings him down on the cement
as well. For a moment, they are rolling around on the
sidewalk, two against one, Hyman taking the worst of it.

CLEMENZA
Alright, alright, cut it out.

SECOND ITALIAN
What for? He killed Jesus Christ!

Clemenza pulls him off, and kicks him in the ass.

CLEMENZA
I said cut it out!
(to the beaten kid)
What's your name?

HYMAN
Hyman Suchowsky.

ITALIAN BOY
I don't believe it. In our
neighborhood, with a name like
that!

CLEMENZA
What are those tools? You work on
cars?

HYMAN
Yeah.

CLEMENZA
Maybe I know how you can make a
couple of extra bucks working as a
mechanic.
 142.

The boy seems agreeable.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
But you gotta know how to keep your
mouth shut, and fer Chrissakes, get
rid of that name. I'll call you
Johnny Lips.
(he giggles at his own
humor again)
Come on...

He leads the boy down the street, whispering to him, on the

side:

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
Bread in Italian is pane. P-A-N-E,
pane. Don't forget.

INT. NEW GENCO WAREHOUSE - DAY

A newly acquired warehouse, stocked with cases of the new

product "GENCO PURA" olive oil. It is the beginning of a new
business, in the American tradition. Now they have one
rattling old truck, and a few stock boys.

Genco has become the accountant-business manager, based on

the experience working with his father. But it is clear,
that Vito is the leader, and undisputed 'President' of the
new enterprise.

Genco moves through the darkness of the warehouse, to the

small divided area that Vito uses as his office.

GENCO
(Sicilian)
The 'patrone' is here.

VITO
Chi?

GENCO
Roberto. Who owns the 'rat-holes.'

Vito nods that he will see him; and soon Roberto enters, on
tiptoe, his hat in his hand, and in a apologetic voice.

ROBERTO
Excuse me, I hope I am not a
disturbance, Don Corleone.

VITO
Yes.
 143.

ROBERTO
What a terrible misunderstanding.
Of course, Signora Colombo can stay
in the flat. Who were those
miserable tenants to complain about
noise from a poor animal...when
they pay such low rent.

Then abruptly, he puts the roll of money on Vito's table,

and steps back a respectful distance.

ROBERTO (CONT’D)
Your good heart in helping the poor
widow has shamed me, and I want to
show that I, too, have some
Christian charity. Her rent will
remain what it was.

VITO
What was that?

ROBERTO
In fact, reduced, bu five dollars!

Vito embraces him warmly.

VITO
I accept your generosity...

ROBERTO
I won't keep you another minute...

He quickly takes his leave, bowing several times, and then

makes it back to the safety of the warehouse; he sighs,
deflates his lungs, and mops his brow; his bones have turned
too jelly with fear at his narrow escape. He all but runs
out of the warehouse.

Genco laughs as he watches.

GENCO
We won't see him for weeks! He'll
stay in bed in the Bronx!

Clemenza has been waiting with his new mechanic. We notice

the subtle difference in the way he treats Vito. He is no
longer a junior apprentice in their petty crimes; but an
imposing leader.

CLEMENZA
This kid is good with cars; he
kiijed at the truck, and says he
can keep it going.
 144.

Vito looks over the lanky young man.

CLEMENZA (CONT’D)
What's your name?

HYMAN
Suchowsky. Hyman Suchowsky.

CLEMENZA
He's gonna dump that; I call him
Johnny Lips.

VITO
Who is the greatest man you can
think of?

CLEMENZA
Go on, answer him when he talks to
you. Tell him: Columbus, Marconi...
Garibaldi.

HYMAN
Arnold Rothstein.

VITO
Then take that as your name: Hyman
Rothstein.

Genco is out in the alley; he calls out with glee.

GENCO
Vitone! Look at this!

Vito moves out to the smiling Genco; Clemenza and the newly
christened Hyman Rothstein follow a distance behind.

EXT. THE ALLEY - DAY

Genco stands beaming, as two workers raise up high, the

freshly painted sign: "GENCO OLIVE OIL COMPANY."

GENCO
(enthusiastically)
God bless America! We're in
business!

The young men watch as the sign is hoisted into place. OUR
VIEW goes from one to the other: Clemenza, Genco, Vito and
Hyman Rothstein.

DISSOLVE TO:
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INT. SENATE CAUCUS ROOM - MED. CLOSE VIEW - DAY

Willy Cicci, Pentangeli's associate and bodyguard takes a

drink of water.

SENATOR (O.S.)
Mr. Cicci. From the year 1927 to
the present time, you were an
employee of the "Genco Olive Oil
Company."

CICCI
That's right.

SENATOR (O.S.)
But in actuality, you were a member
of the Corleone Crime organization.

CICCI
The Corleone Family, Senator. We
called it, "The Family."

SENATOR (O.S.)
What position did you occupy?

CICCI
At first, like everybody, I was a
soldier.

VIEW ON SENATOR KANE

A thin, angular Baptist with a Mid-Western accent.

SENATOR KANE
What is that exactly?

CICCI
A button. You know, Senator.

SENATOR KANE
No, I don't know, explain that
exactly.

CICCI
When the boss says push the button
on a guy, I push the button, see,
Senator?

The Senators treat Cicci with a surface courtesy, as if he

were a curious kind of animal, not really human. Cicci
reacts to this by being even more brutally forthright than
he has to be, to show his contempt for what he considers a
hypocrisy.
 146.

The VIEW ALTERS from Senator Kane to the Committee's

attorney, Mr. Questadt.

QUESTADT
You mean you killed people at the
behest of your superiors?

CICCI
That's right, counsellor.

QUESTADT
And the head of your family was
Michael Corleone.

CICCI
Yeah, counsellor, Michael Corleone.

SENATOR KANE
Did you ever get such an order
directly from Michael Corleone?

CICCI
No, Senator, I never talked to him.

SENATOR SAVOY
(very autocratic, deep
South, gentlemanly man)
There was always a buffer, someone
in between you who gave you orders.

CICCI
Yeah, a buffer, the Family had a
lot of buffers.

EXT. THE TROPICANA IN VEGAS - MED. VIEW - DAY

A limousine pulls up at a private area near the side of the

hotel. Michael exits the limousine followed by Hagen and
Neri.

MICHAEL
Do you think they have somebody to
back up Cicci?

HAGEN
No. But if they do have somebody,
you'll do three years for perjury
if you give them so much as a wrong
middle name.

Michael smiles to him, but it's a cold, deadly smile.

 147.

HAGEN
Michael, take the Fifth all the
way, that way you can't get into
trouble.

EXT. PRIVATE BALCONY OF CORLEONE APARTMENT AT TROPICANA -

DAY

A Corleone bodyguard waits outside on the balcony

overlooking the pool area. Through the translucent
draperies, we see a grouping of me.

INT. CORLEONE APARTMENT AT THE TROPICANA - DAY

Michael, Hagen, Neri and Rocco are seated in this luxury in

the hotel. Michael sits in a comfortable chair in his
apartment. Neri comes and brings him a drink without asking,
but Michael refuses it.

MICHAEL
Al, get me a wet towel. Does Kay
know I'm back?

Hagen nods.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
Did the boy get something from me
for Christmas?

HAGEN
I took care of it.

MICHAEL
What was it, so I'll know.

HAGEN
A little care he can ride in with
an electric motor.

Neri comes around with a wet face towel, which Michael uses
to cool his eyes. He puts the used towel down on the table.

MICHAEL
Fellas, can you wait outside a
minute?

They know what he means and leave the apartment, going out
to the balcony where we can see them but they cannot hear.
Only Hagen remains.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
Where's my brother?
 148.

HAGEN
Roth got out on a private boat.
He's in a hospital in Miami. Had a
stroke but he's recovered okay.
Bussetta's dead.

MICHAEL
I asked about Fredo?

HAGEN
The new government arrested him,
held him for a couple of days with
a lot of the other casino people,
including Roth's brother, Sam. The
American Embassy arranged flights
for citizens; I'm not sure, but I
think he's somewhere in New York.

MICHAEL
I want you to reach Fredo. I know
he's scared, but have one of our
people reach him. Assure him that
there will be no reprisals. Tell
him that I know Roth misled him.

HAGEN
My information is that Fredo
thought it was a kidnapping. Roth
assured him nothing would happen to
you.

MICHAEL
(indicating Rocco and
Neri on the balcony)
They can come in now.

HAGEN
Wait... there's something else.

MICHAEL
Alright.

Hagen pauses; doesn't know how to begin.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
(impatiently)
Go on, tell me.

HAGEN
Kay had a miscarriage; she lost the
baby.

After a moment:
 149.

MICHAEL
Was it a boy or a girl?

HAGEN
Mike, at three and a half...

MICHAEL
What is it, can't you give me
straight answers anymore!

HAGEN
It was a boy.

MICHAEL
And Kay...she's all right?

HAGEN
She took the Senate Investigation
worse.

MICHAEL
Does she blame it on me? The baby?

HAGEN
I don't know.

EXT. TAHOE ESTATE - DAY

The first snow of the New Year has fallen; the trees are
bare, and there is hush all over this part of the Sierras.
Michael is driven in his car, looking out at the familiar
sight of the home he has been forced to be away from.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

looking out from his window. The last time he had seen the
estate it was warm, and the trees were full.

MOVING VIEW
approaching the great stone gates;
closed. The bodyguards are not
readily visible, but they are
there. The iron gates are opened,
and one of the men makes a simple
nod of respect, as the car pulls
in.

NEW VIEW
Inside the estate, the private
roads have been freshly plowed, and
occasionally a worker will pause to
watch the car as it passes.
 150.

The Grandchildren are in school now, and so the estate is

especially quiet. Although there are signs that children
live here; a bicycle, a sled, a swing and gymnastic set, wet
and with a rim of snow still on it.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - VIEW FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE - DAY

to the outside, where Michael walks slowly. He stops and

looks at a little Italian red sportscar made for children.

NEW VIEW
The front door opens, and Michael
enters his own home. It is very
quiet, no one is at home to greet
him. He can see the evidence of his
family; things his wife and his
children have been using, and left
on a sofa or a table.

He moves toward his and Kay's bedroom, where we can HEAR the
SOUND of a sewing machine running.

Quietly he opens the door.

MICHAEL'S VIEW
into the bedroom. Kay is sitting by
the window, lit by the cold
afternoon light, at work with her
sewing machine. She hasn't noticed
that he's in the room yet, and goes
on with her work.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

stands there a moment, watching, not making a sound. And

then without a word, he steps back, and closes the door, so
that she doesn't see him.

VIEW FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE

onto Michael, moving outside, walking through the snow, he

moves to the house next to his own.

INT. CONNIE'S HOUSE - DAY

This is the house where Mama lives with Connie's children,

Connie so rarely is there.

He steps in; his mother is asleep in a chair in the living

room. He moves to her, and bends low, whispers.

MICHAEL
Mom... Mom...
 151.

She opens her eyes, which are red and small with age.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
It's Michael. How are you, Mom?

MAMA
(Sicilian)
I'm alright. Will you stay home for
awhile?

MICHAEL
(Sicilian)
There are still things I have to
do.

MAMA
(Sicilian)
Well, we can all have a nice dinner
together tonight. How are your
eyes?

MICHAEL
Alright. They bother me once in
awhile.
(a pause as he thinks)
Tell me, when Pop had troubles...
did he ever think, even to himself,
that he had gone the wrong way;
that maybe by trying to be strong
and trying to protect his family,
that he could... that he could...
lose it instead?

MAMA
(Sicilian)
You talk about the baby. She can
have another baby.

MICHAEL
(Sicilian)
No, I meant lose his family.

MAMA
(as best she ever
understood it)
Your family? How can you ever lose
your family?

MICHAEL
(almost to himself)
But times are different...
 152.

FULL VIEW IN ROOM - MICHAEL AND HIS MOTHER

Quietly we HEAR the music of a small band playing an Italian

march. From the orchestration, we know it is from the past.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TRAIN STATION AT CORLEONE - DAY

Vitone and his young family: Mama, Santino, Fredo and the
baby Michael are met at the small station in Sicily by
friends, and Mama's relatives. There is a small band,
playing for the occasion. A small man has brought a motor
car to pick the family up; and there are certain dark men,
with shotguns slung over their shoulders to preside over the
occasion.

The family is helped into the car; the luggage is packed on

the roof, and the car drives off. The second car, with
bodyguards following.

EXT. DON TOMASINO'S VILLA OUTSIDE OF CORLEONE - DAY

The villa is bloomed with flowers and DON TOMASINO at this

point is a man in his late twenties. He embraces Vitone and
pats the heads of his children, and leads them all into the
garden.

INT. THE VILLA - SUMPTUOUS MED. VIEW - LATE DAY

A sumptuous table is set for the visiting family from

America. There is a warm atmosphere as Vito, his wife and
children eat. Tomasino and his family received presents from
Carmella and to Tomasino's mother, and gifts are given to
all of the children.

All typically American representing some of the prosperity

and interests in the consumer goods that followed a great
war.

EXT. CORLEONE PLAZA - DAY

The family exits the church on the plaza of the town. Vito
shakes hands warmly with the priest.

INT. VILLAGE COTTAGE - NIGHT

The door is open -- the footsteps of a man enter the room.

We follow these footsteps without quite knowing to whom they
belong. They lead us to a bed, where we see asleep an OLD
MAN. He sleeps in his undershirt and is sweating, covered by
mosquito netting.
 153.

VIEW ALTERS
and we realize that it is young
Vito looking at the MAN.

We remember that the man is MOSCA, one of three men, who

almost twenty years before had hunted down Vito when he was
a boy. With lightning speed, Vito slashes through the
mosquito netting with a knife. And with the movement precise
as a butcher's he disembowls this man.

EXT. OLIVE OIL WAREHOUSE - FULL VIEW

Vito has brought his wife and children to see the Olive Oil
Depot which is the link to his New York importing business.
They go inside.

INT. OLIVE OIL WAREHOUSE - DAY

They are led by one of Vito's associates through rows and

rows of large vats of olive oil. Vito very proudly shows his
associates in Italy the olive oil can that will be used in
the United States. They all stand around at the link to
their new importing business and share a toast of wine.

EXT. THE BAY - DAY

A team of Sicilian fisherman are at work mending their nets.

One sings accompanied by a guitar.

VIEW MOVES TO ONE OF THE OLD FISHERMAN

He is recognized as the second of the men who had hunted

Vito down. STROLLO. As he walks we notice there is a figure
that is moving through the drying sails and barrels, it is
Vito. He moves quietly, stepping up behind the old man. In
an instant, he has thrown a garrote around his throat,
twisting it tight, so that there is very little sound.

Then, almost silently dragging him through the space hidden

by the drying sails.

EXT. THE IMPRESSIVE ESTATE OF DON FRANCESCO - DAY

We see an old car approach. Its driver is the young

Tomasino. Sitting in the car with him is Vito.

The car stops at the gates, and an old guard sees and
recognizes Tomasino, opens the gates allowing them to enter.

MED. VIEW
on an almost decrepit DON
FRANCESCO.
(MORE)
 154.
MED. VIEW (CONT'D)
He must be in his early nineties,
sitting as powerful and as
impressive as ever, in his throne-
like chair from which he manages
the power as the Mafia Chieftan of
this village. Young Don Tomasino is
speaking.

We notice in a little distance in the rear, there are some

younger shepherds with shotguns thrown over their shoulders.

TOMASINO
(Sicilian)
Don Francesco, if you will honor
me, by allowing me to introduce my
associate in America, in New York.
His name is Vito Corleone.

The old man and his eyes glance up at a notion of a man who
has taken the name of this town as his name.

TOMASINO (CONT’D)
We will supply him with olive oil
exclusively in the town of
Corleone. His company is called the
"Genco Olive Oil Company." Here we
have brought you an indication of
how he will sell the product.

Tomasino respectfully puts a can of olive oil where the old

man can look at it. The old man nods, accepting the notion
of this business.

TOMASINO (CONT’D)
(Sicilian)
We have come to ask your blessing
and permission to continue this
enterprise.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian) (in a shrill,
high, raspy voice)
Where is this young man?

TOMASINO
He is right here, standing next to
me, Don Francesco.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
Have him come closer, I can't see
very well.
 155.

Vito takes those several steps, so that he is standing right

in front of the old man.

VIEW ON DON FRANCESCO

looking up, squinting against the sun.

DON FRANCESCO'S VIEW

Strangely backlit, almost blurry image of the young man from

America.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
What is your name?

VITO
(Sicilian)
Vito Corleone.

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
You took the name of this town, eh?
What was your father's name?

VITO
(Sicilian)
Antonio Andolini.

CLOSE VIEW ON THE OLD MAN

The recognition of the name throws a shudder through him. It

is as though he recognizes that this is the boy; the son of
his old enemy, whom he had killed, and whose sons he had
tried to wipe out. The old man raises his feeble hands
signalling his guard, and in his weak voice, he shouts:

DON FRANCESCO
(Sicilian)
Kill him! Kill him!

But he is too late; Vito steps forward.

VITO
(Sicilian)
In the name of my Father, and my
Brother...

And uses the knife, ritualistically plunging it into the old

man's belly, and then up to his throat, which is severed.
 156.

VIEW ON TOMASINO

has drawn his pistol and quickly shoots one of the guards,
helping Vito to escape back into the motor car.

VIEW ON A GUARD

raising his shotgun.

VIEW ON THE MOTOR CAR

Just as Tomasino is about to get into the car, the shotgun

is fired, and he is hit in the legs.

Vito manages to pull him up into the car, and they make
their escape.

EXT. RAILROAD STATION IN CORLEONE - DAY

Some of the townspeople have come bringing flowers and gifts

for Vito and his family.

His wife is radiant with the flowers given her.

The train has arrived and the crowd shout "Ciao, come back
soon."

THE VIEW ALTERS

revealing his good friend Tomasino, waving from his

wheelchair.

VIEW ON VITO

and his wife. She holds up the baby Michael, and helps him
wave his hand.

INT. SENATE CAUCUS ROOM - MED. CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL - DAY

SENATOR KANE (O.S.)

Are you the son of Vito Corleone?

MICHAEL
Yes.

SENATOR KING
Did he use at times an alias? Was
this alias in certain circles
 157.

GODFATHER?

MICHAEL
It was not an alias. GODFATHER was
a term of affection, used by his
friends, one of respect.

SENATOR WEEKLER
(Senator from New York,
very smooth, partly
liberal, Tammany Hall)
Let me agree with that. Many of my
constituents are Italian and have
been honored with that certain
friendship by my close Italian
friends. Up to this point before I
have to leave this hearing to join
my own committee, let me say, that
this hearing on the Mafia is in no
way a slur on the Italians by the
Senate; nor is it meant to be; nor
will I allow it to be. Italian
Americans are the hardest working,
most law abiding patriotic
Americans of our country. It is a
shame and a pity that a few rotten
apples give them a bad name. We are
here to weed those rotten apples
out of the vast healthy barrel of
Italian Americans, who are one of
the backbones of our country.

There is a pause for a while, while the New York Senator

poses for the TV cameras and leaves the hearing so that he
will not be associated with hearing the rough stuff.

SENATOR KANE
I'm sure we all agree with our
esteemed colleague. Now, Mr.
Corleone, you have been advised as
to your legal rights. We have had
testimony from a preceding witness
who states you are head of the most
powerful Mafia family in this
country. Are you?

MICHAEL
No.
 158.

SENATOR KANE
This witness has testified that you
are personally responsible for the
murder of a New York Police Captain
in the year 1947 and with him a man
named Virgil Sollozzo. Do you deny
this?

MICHAEL
I deny his every charge.

SENATOR KANE
Is it true that in the year 1950
you devised the murder of the heads
of the Five Families in New York,
to assume and consolidate your
nefarious power?

MICHAEL
That is a complete falsehood.

SENATOR KANE
Is it true that you own a
controlling interest in three of
the major hotels in Las Vegas?

MICHAEL
That is not true. I own some stock
in some of the hotels, but only
very small amounts. I also own some
American Telephone and IBM stock.

Michael had checked this point with Hagen, before answering,

and then once again after the answer.

SENATOR ROGERS
Why is it necessary for your
counsel to advise you on that
question?

MICHAEL
Senator, I've observed the head of
General Motors before a Senate
Committee, and his lawyer whispered
in his ear. That was not commented
upon in the way you have just done.

SENATOR KANE
Mr. Corleone, do you have any hotel
interests in the state of Arizona?
Or any gambling interests in that
state?
 159.

MICHAEL
I do not.

SENATOR KANE
Do you have interests or control
over gambling and narcotics in the
state of New York.

MICHAEL
I do not.

A pause. Silence, as the Chairman whispers something to his

assistant.

Tom Hagen takes a paper out of his briefcase, and addresses

the Chair.

HAGEN
Senator, my client would like to
read a statement for the record.

SENATOR KANE
I don't think that's necessary.

HAGEN
Sir, my client has answered every
question asked by this committee
with the utmost cooperation and
sincerity. He has not taken that
Fifth Amendment as it was his right
to do, and which because of the
extreme legal complexity of this
hearing, counsel advised him to do.
So, I think in all fairness this
committee should hear his statement
and put it in the record.

SENATOR KANE
Very well.

At this point Senator Rogers contemptuously walks out of the

hearing room.

MICHAEL
(reading)
In the hopes of clearing my family
name, in the sincere desire to give
my children their fair share of the
American way of life without a
blemish on their name and
background I have appeared before
this committee and given it all the
cooperation in my power.
(MORE)
 160.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
I consider my being called before
this committee an act of prejudice
to all Americans of Italian
extraction. I consider it a great
dishonor to me personally to have
to deny that I am a criminal. I
wish to have the following noted
for the record. That I served my
country faithfully and honorably in
World War II and was awarded the
Distinguished Service Cross for
actions in defense of my country.
That I have never been arrested or
indicted for any crime
whatsoever... that no proof linking
me to any criminal conspiracy,
whether it is called Mafia or Cosa
Nostra or whatever other name you
wish to give, has ever been made
public. Only one man has made
charges against me, and that man is
known to be a murderer, arsonist
and rapist. And yet this committee
had used this person to besmirch my
name. My personal protest can only
be made to the people of this
country. I can only thank God that
in this country we have a legal
system and courts of law to protect
innocent people from wild
accusation. I thank God for our
democratic due process of Law that
shields me from the false charges
made by this committee's witness. I
have not taken refuge behind the
Fifth Amendment, though counsel
advised me to do so. I challenge
this committee to produce any
witness or evidence against me, and
if they do not, I hope they will
have the decency to clear my name
with the same publicity with which
they have now besmirched it. I ask
this without malice, in the
interests of fair play.

The television cameras have documented this moment, as Hagen

hands the document over to the committee lawyer.

SENATOR ROGERS
We are all impressed. The committee
will now recess over the weekend.
However, it will continue Monday
morning, at eleven a.m.
(MORE)
 161.
SENATOR ROGERS (CONT'D)
At that time, this committee will
then produce a witness directly
linking Mr. Corleone to the charges
we have made. And then, Mr.
Corleone may very well by liable
for indictments of perjury.
However, this document will be made
a matter of record.

EXT. ARMY POST - DAY

An army post somewhere in the East. It is safely guarded.

INT. HOUSE ON THE POST - DAY

where Pentangeli is being held by his constant companions,

the two FBI MEN.

PENTANGELI
Ten to one shot, you said. Ten to
one shot in my favor, and I lose.

FBI MAN #1
Get a good night's sleep. We got a
new suit, new shirt, new tie, and
I'm going to shave you myself.
Tomorrow we want you to look
respectable for fifty million of
your fellow Americans.

PENTANGELI
My life won't be worth a nickel
after tomorrow.

FBI MAN #1
We have a special home for you for
the rest of your life. Nobody gets
near you. You're not going any
place.

PENTANGELI
Yeah, some deal I made.

FBI MAN #2
You live like a king. You'll be a
hero. You'll live better in here
than most people on the outside.

PENTANGELI
Some deal.
(pause)
I just wish Mike had took the
Fifth.
 162.

FBI MAN #1
Why'd you do it, Frankie? After
all these years, why'd you turn
against him?

PENTANGELI
I didn't turn against nobody; he
turned against me.

EXT. THE BOATHOUSE ALCOVE - DAY

A somewhat frightened Fredo Corleone sits in the easy chair

overlooking the lake in this canopied section of the
boathouse. Rocco sits with him.

INT. BOATHOUSE - DAY

Michael is in the dark room with Hagen and Neri.

MICHAEL
How did they get their hands on
Pentangeli?

HAGEN
Roth engineered it, Michael. He
made Pentangeli think you hit him.
Deliberately letting him get off
alive. Then the New York detectives
turned Frankie over to the FBI. My
informants say he was half dead and
scared stiff -- talking out loud
that you had turned on him and
tried to kill him. Anyway, they had
him on possession, dealing in
heroin, murder one and a lot more.
There's no way we can get to him
and you've opened yourself to five
points of perjury.

NERI
They've got him airtight. He's in a
military base, twenty-four hour
guards. Trying to kill him is like
trying to like the President --
it's impossible.

MICHAEL
What does Fredo know?

HAGEN
He says he doesn't know anything,
and I believe him. Roth played this
one beautifully.
 163.

MICHAEL
Alright. I'm going to go outside
and talk to Fredo.

EXT. BOATHOUSE FOYER - DAY

Fredo sits on the couch. When Rocco sees Michael, he

automatically takes his leave. Michael sits in the chair
opposite Fredo.

FREDO
(after a pause)
I don't have a lot to say, Michael.

MICHAEL
We have time.

FREDO
I was kept pretty much in the dark.
I didn't know all that much.

MICHAEL
What about now, is there anything
you can help me out with?

FREDO
I know they get Pentangeli, that's
all I know.

Fredo gets up, walks to the glass panel that separates the
terrace from the lake.

FREDO (CONT’D)
I didn't know it was a hit. I swear
to you I didn't know. Johnny Ola
contacted me in Beverly Hills --
said he wanted to talk. He said you
and Roth were in on some big deal,
and there was a place for me in it
if I could help them out. They said
you were being tough on the
negotiation, and if they had a
little bit of help, they could
close it fast and it would be good
for you.

MICHAEL
And you believed that story.

FREDO
He said there was something good in
it for me...me on my own.
 164.

MICHAEL
I've always taken care of you.

FREDO
Taken care of me. Mike, you're my
kid brother, and you take care of
my. Did you ever think of that.
Ever once? Send Fredo off to do
this, send Fredo to take care of
that... take care of some little
unimportant night club here, and
there; pick somebody up at the
airport. Mike, I'm your older
brother; I was stepped over!

MICHAEL
It's the way Pop wanted it.

FREDO
It wasn't the way I wanted it! I
can handle things. I'm not dumb
Christ, not like everyone says. I'm
smart; and I want respect.

MICHAEL
There's nothing more you can tell
me about this investigation?

FREDO
The lawyer; Questadt, he belongs to
Roth.

MICHAEL
You're nothing to me now, Fredo;
not a brother, not a friend, I
don't want to know you, or what
happens to you. I don't want to see
you at the hotels, or near my home.
When you visit our Mother, I want
to know a day in advance, so I
won't be there. Do you understand?

Michael turns, and starts to leave. A frightened voice

behind him:

FREDO
Mikey?

Michael doesn't stop, doesn't turn back. He continues off

through the veranda, and out the summer doors.

Neri stops by him.

 165.

MICHAEL
I don't want anything to happen to
him while my Mother's alive.

Michael leaves.

EXT. ARMY POST - DAY

Five cars brimming with Army guards and Agents are waiting
to move Pentangeli. There is one empty car.

INT. GUARDED HOUSE - DAY

The two FBI Agents are helping Pentangeli get dressed. He's
in brightly colored striped shorts and bare-chested. The
Agents help him with the shirt and tie. One holds out the
trousers but Pentangeli ignores it and looks at himself in
the mirror.

FBI MAN #1
Ready, Frankie.

PENTANGELI
Let's go.

The Agents open the door, and precede him, surveying the
area. They check the cars waiting, each with two Agents.
They check the gate and note the military sentries. Then
they stand aside, and let Pentangeli come out. They get
close to his side, and it is obvious they will protect his
life with their own.

EXT. ARMY POST - DAY

The Agents put him in the front seat of the empty car, and
get in with him, one at each side. Another Agent drives.
Now, the first cars start out; the Sentries opening the
gates, and letting the caravan pass.

An Army supply truck comes very close to them, and the

Agents next to Pentangeli become very tense. Pentangeli
grins. Then the truck passes on, and they relax.

INT. SENATE CAUCUS ROOM - DAY

The room is crowded with TV journalists, cameras, etc. We

pick Pentangeli up, closely guarded, being led to witness
chair.

Pentangeli is seated, and made to take his oath. FBI Agents

are all around him.
 166.

MED. VIEW
Anyone given entrance to the caucus
room is being frisked. The five
Senators take their places.

VIEW ON HAGEN

waiting at his long table, very nervous. He seems startled

by the appearance of Pentangeli.

VIEW ON PENTANGELI

catching Hagen's eye. It's as though he is pleading for some

kind of understanding of the fact that he has become a
traitor.

VIEW ON HAGEN

cold; then he turns away.

VIEW ON THE ENTRANCE

The bustle is settling down; then Michael Corleone enters,

and with him is someone very peculiar and out of keeping for
this setting. A burly-chested imposing man of middle age.
Very powerful-looking with frightening magnetic eyes. His
dress is odd: boots, rough tie, and shirt. He could be the
tenor out of a Sicilian opera. He is clearly a country Don,
direct from Sicily, and he dominates the room.

VIEW ON PENTANGELI

At first his view is blocked. Then he sees Michael and is a

bit shamefaced, but still defiant.

PENTANGELI'S POV
Michael returns his glances without
emotion. Then the VIEW ALTERS,
revealing the Sicilian.

VIEW ON PENTANGELI

He is terror stricken; obviously he recognizes the man.

VIEW ON HAGEN'S TABLE

Michael and the Sicilian sit by Hagen, where they can stare
directly at Pentangeli; he is frozen with fear.

VIEW ON THE SENATOR

Notices the tension in the room. The Chairman commences:

 167.

SENATOR KANE
We have here a witness who will
testify further on Michael
Corleone's rule of the criminal
empire that controls gambling in
this country and perhaps in other
countries. This witness had no
buffer between himself and Michael
Corleone. He can corroborate our
charges on enough counts for this
committee to consider a charge of
perjury against Michael Corleone.
(then he turns to
Pentangeli)
Your name please, for the record.

PENTANGELI
Frank Pentangeli.

SENATOR KANE
Were you a member of the Corleone
Family? Were you under the
Caporegime Peter Clemenza, under
Vito Corleone, known as the
Godfather?

There is a long silence.

VIEW ON PENTANGELI

He seems unable to speak.

VIEW ON THE SICILIAN

gazing at him.

VIEW ON PENTANGELI

PENTANGELI
I never knew no Godfather. I got my
own family.

Senator Kane is stunned. The two FBI men are alert, their
eyes searching the room for what has intimidated their
witness at the last moment.

SENATOR KANE
Mr. Pentangeli, you are
contradicting your confessions to
our investigators; I ask you again,
were you a member of a crime
organization headed by Michael
Corleone?
 168.

PENTANGELI
No. I never heard of it. I never
heard of nothing like that. I was
in the olive oil business with his
father a long time ago. That's all.

SENATOR KANE
We have your confession that you
murdered on the orders of Michael
Corleone. Do you deny that
confession and do you know what
denying that confession will mean
to you?

The die is cast and like a good soldier, Pentangeli will go

all the way now. So he is brazen in his defiance of the
Senator.

PENTANGELI
The FBI guys promised me a deal. So
I made up a lot of stuff about
Michael Corleone. Because then,
that's what they wanted. But it was
all lies. Everything. They said
Michael Corleone did this, Michael
Corleone did that. So I said,
"Yeah, sure."

He makes a big grin to show how he has made fools of

everybody.

VIEW ON THE FBI AGENTS

glancing around the room; their eyes have settled on the

Sicilian. One of them scribbles a note on a piece of paper,
and passes it to the Committee lawyer. Then in turn it goes
to Senator Kane.

SENATOR KANE
Mr. Hagen, would you kindly
identify to this committee that
gentleman sitting on your right
hand?

HAGEN
(coolly)
Yes, sir. His name is Vincenzo
Pentangeli.

SENATOR KANE
Is he related to the witness?

HAGEN
He is, I believe, a brother.
 169.

VIEW ON MICHAEL AND VINCENZO PENTANGELI

They wait with no expression.

SENATOR KANE
(to Vincenzo Pentangeli)
Sir, I would like you to take the
stand.

Vincenzo stares at him, uncomprehending. There may just be a

shadow of contempt. He doesn't answer.

HAGEN
Sir, the gentleman does not
understand English. He would not in
any case, take the stand. He came,
at his own expense, to aid his
brother in his trouble. He is not
under any jurisdiction of our
government and his reputation in
his own country is impeccable.

SENATOR KANE
(furious)
The witness is excused; take him
out.

The guards and FBI Agents quickly remove Pentangeli, as

everybody else in the room is required to sit still.

HAGEN
Senator Kane.

SENATOR KANE
This meeting is adjourned.

HAGEN
(rising and shouting)
This committee owes an apology!

SENATOR KANE
The committee is adjourned until
further notice.

For the first time, in the midst of the confusion, Hagen

smiles. A bitter, contemptuous smile.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

The modest champion. He rises and they take their leave.

VIEW ON THE TWO FBI AGENTS

They watch the Corleone party as they exit.

 170.

INT. WASHINGTON HOTEL CORRIDOR - DAY

The Corleone nurse is waiting, playing with the little girl

MARY. A distance away, the boy, Anthony, is standing by
himself.

INT. MICHAEL'S SUITE - WASHINGTON HOTEL - DAY

The door to Michael's suite opens; Rocco leans in.

ROCCO
It's Kay.

Michael is sitting in an easy chair; he seems to have

difficulty with his eyes.

MICHAEL
On the phone?

ROCCO
No, she's here.

Michael rises, surprised. Rocco steps back, and Kay enters.

MICHAEL
I had no idea...

KAY
I wanted to see you before you went
back to Nevada. Also, the children -
Michael, they're here.

MICHAEL
Where?

KAY
In a minute. They're outside with
Esther. I'm very happy for you... I
suppose I knew that you're simply
too smart for anyone ever to beat
you.

MICHAEL
Why don't you sit down?

KAY
I'm not going to stay long; I
can't.

MICHAEL
There are a lot of things I want to
talk to you about. Things I've been
thinking about -- changes I want to
make.
 171.

KAY
I think it's too late for changes,
Michael. I promised myself I
wouldn't talk about it and I've
gone and spoiled it.

MICHAEL
Why too late?

KAY
Tell me, Michael. What really
happened with Pentangeli?

MICHAEL
His brother came to help him.

KAY
I didn't even know he had a
brother. And where is he now?

MICHAEL
On a plane back to Sicily.

KAY
And that's all he had to do. Just
show his face.

MICHAEL
That's all. You see, in Sicily, in
the old days... there was only one
legitimate reason to kill a blood
relative... only one. IF he was a
traitor.

KAY
You would have killed his brother?

MICHAEL
Kay, you've got it wrong. That kind
of thing's all over, I promised
you. This was between the two
brothers. Years ago Frankie had a
young girlfriend; he called her his
co-wife. That was his joke, but he
meant it. He wouldn't divorce his
wife... because she was a great
cook. He said he girlfriend made a
spaghetti sauce once and it was so
terrible he knew he could never
marry her. He set her up in a house
in Jersey. She had to be
faithful... and she had to have
kids. And she did, two, a boy and a
girl.
(MORE)
 172.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
He had her checked out and watched
so she couldn't cheat... but the
girl couldn't stand that kind of
life. She begged him to let her go.
He did. He gave her money and made
her give up the kids. Then Frankie
took them to Italy, and had them
brought up by his brother Vincenzo.
Where he knew they'd by safe.

Kay begins to realize.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
When he saw his brother in the
hearing room, he knew what was at
stake.
(pause)
I don't think Vincenzo would have
done it. He loves the kids, too.
Omerta, Kay. Honor, silence. It had
nothing to do with me. It was
between those brothers.

KAY
I'll bring the children up now;
they want to say goodbye.

MICHAEL
Kay, I told you...

KAY
Goodbye, Michael.

MICHAEL
I won't let you leave! Christ, do
you think I'm going to let you
leave.

KAY
(meekly)
Michael.

MICHAEL
No, I don't want to hear anything.
There are things between men and
women that will not change; things
that have been the same for
thousands of years. You are my
wife, and they are my children...
and I love you and I will not let
you leave, because you are MINE!
 173.

KAY
Oh, I do feel things for you,
Michael; but now, I think it's
pity. For the first time since I've
known you, you seem so helpless.
You held me a prisoner once; will
you try again?

MICHAEL
If that's what it takes; then yes,
I will.

KAY
At this moment, I feel no love for
you at all. I never thought that
could happen, but it has.

MICHAEL
We'll go back tonight. Bring the
children.

KAY
You haven't heard me.

He moves to her; he does love her, and is tender with her.

MICHAEL
How can I let you leave; how can I
let you take my children away?
Don't you know me? You understand,
it's an impossibility. I would
never let it happen; no, never, not
if it took all my strength, all my
cunning. But in time, soon, you'll
feel differently. You see, you'll
be happy that I stopped you. I know
you. You'll forget about this;
you'll forget about the baby we
lost... and we'll go on, you and

I.

KAY
The baby I lost...

MICHAEL
I know what it meant... and I'm
prepared to make it up to you. I
will make changes; I can.
(he clenches his fist
tightly)
I CAN change; that I have learned,
that I have the strength to
change...
(MORE)
 174.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
And we have another child, a boy...
and you'll forget the miscarriage.

KAY
It wasn't a miscarriage. And you
with your cunning, couldn't you
figure it out! It was an abortion;
an abortion, like our marriage is
an abortion, something unholy and
evil. I don't want your son; I
wouldn't bring another of your sons
into this world. An abortion,
Michael... it was a son, and I had
it killed, but this must all end!

VIEW ON MICHAEL

He had no hint, not in his wildest imagination could he have

guessed that she would do such a thing.

KAY
And I know that now it's over; I
knew it then, there would be no way
you could ever forgive me, not with
this Sicilian thing that goes back
two thousand years.

He is silent, though raging -- then, with all his passion,

and his strength, he raises his arms, and strikes her across
her neck, literally knocking her down to the floor, and
hurting her badly.

MICHAEL
(coldly)
You won't take my children.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

EXT. THE CORLEONE ESTATE AT TAHOE - FULL VIEW - DAY

A collection of dark cars and black limousines are gathered

to one side. A few drivers wait quietly.

And then, to the other extreme of the estate, is a small

grouping of about twenty to thirty people, gathered near
Michael's house.
 175.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Connie Corleone, dressed simply and now showing her age

without the carefully applied makeup which we have been used
to, kneels down before the shrine of Santa Theresa, and puts
down a bouquet of flowers, along with others that have been
placed there. We see that some have the simple silk ribbon
with the word "Mama" hand-lettered upon it.

Her two children stand close behind her; they had been
raised by their Grandmother.

Connie steps back, and moves through the small group of

friends and relatives, into Michael's house.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - CONNIE'S VIEW - DAY

Fredo, kneeling by the coffin of his mother in a portion of

the house that has been set aside for the wake. Fredo
concludes his prayer, wipes away the tears in his eyes and
steps away from the coffin.

He stops when he notices Neri, a little distance away,

looking at him.

VIEW ON NERI

After a moment, he nods respectfully to Fredo, and steps

forward, moving to the old woman's coffin. Fredo moves to
Hagen, who is there with his wife and children.

FREDO
Tom. Where's Mike?

HAGEN
(difficult to tell him)
He's waiting for you to leave.

FREDO
Can I talk to him?

HAGEN
No chance. I'm sorry, Freddie.

CONNIE
(who has heard this)
Can I see him?

HAGEN
He's in the boathouse.
 176.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Michael sits quietly in the darkened room in one of the big

sofas, dressed immaculately in suit and tie. His two
children, also dressed for the wake sit opposite him in the
other oversized sofa, their shoes not touching the floor. We
regard this tableau for a long moment.

CONNIE (O.S.)
(quietly)
Michael? It's Connie.

She comes in, and sits down by his knees.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
I want to stay close to home now,
is that alright?

Michael nods.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
Is Kay coming?

MICHAEL
No.

CONNIE
Michael, Fredo's in the house with
Mama. He asked for you, and Tom
said he couldn't see you.

MICHAEL
Tom is right.

CONNIE
Kids, why don't you go outside for
a while?

The children don't move; Connie realizes they will only

listen to Michael.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
I want to talk to you, Michael.

MICHAEL
The children can stay.

CONNIE
I hated you for so long, Michael;
for so many years. I think I did
things to myself, to hurt myself,
so that you would know -- and you
would be hurt too. But I understand
you now; I think I do.
(MORE)
 177.
CONNIE (CONT'D)
You were being strong for all of
us, like Papa was. And I forgive
you, and want to be close to you
now. Can't you forgive Fredo; he's
so sweet, and helpless without you.

Slowly, Michael puts his hand on her hair, and touches her
gently.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
You need me, Michael. I want to be
with you now.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - DAY

Friends, relatives; Francesca and her new husband, Gardner

and their baby; Sandra Corleone; Teresa, her children; all
the familiar faces of the family are present, quietly paying
their respects to Mama.

Some of the men can be seen in the kitchen, drinking wine,

and talking in low voices.

Fredo is there, broken-hearted over the loss of his Mother;

like some lost child with no friends.

MED. VIEW
Michael enters the room, followed
by Connie, who tends little Mary
and Anthony.

He approaches his brother, and then embraces. Fredo breaks

into tears.

FREDO
Christ, Mike. Jesus Christ, Mike.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

embracing his brother, he glances up.

VIEW ON NERI

quiet, and deadly.

EXT. THE TAHOE ESTATE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Tom Hagen is talking in the distance to his wife, and one of

his older sons; he kisses, and moves toward the boathouse.
After crossing the lawn, he stops.
 178.

VIEW ON SANDRA CORLEONE

waiting there; obviously wanting to talk to him. He

continues, and she walks with him.

MOVING VIEW ON THE TWO

as they cross toward the boathouse.

SANDRA
You're going to talk to him now.

HAGEN
Yes.

SANDRA
Will you tell him?

HAGEN
I don't know.

She stops him.

SANDRA
Tom, think of yourself for once.
Don't let this opportunity slip
through your fingers; don't do it.
We're all trapped here, don't you
see?

He continues past her, without answering her. Continues up

to the boathouse. He stops before he enters.

HAGEN'S VIEW
Fredo is sitting by the edge of the
harbor with Michael's son Anthony;
he is helping him with some fishing
rig.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - VIEW ON MICHAEL - DAY

looking through the window at his son and brother. Neri sits
in the room, dressed informally.

MICHAEL
(without looking back)
Sit down, Tom. Have you heard about
our friend and partner, Mr. Hyman
Roth?

HAGEN
I know he's in Israel.
 179.

NERI
(hands Hagen the paper)
The High Court of Israel turned
down his request to live as a
'returned Jew.' His passport's been
invalidated except for return to
the U.S. He landed in Buenos Aires
yesterday, offered a gift of one
million dollars if they would give
him citizenship. They turned him
down.

HAGEN
(reading)
He's going to try Panama...

MICHAEL
They won't take him; not for a
million, not for ten million.

HAGEN
His medical condition is reported
as... "terminal."

MICHAEL
He's been dying of the same heart
attack for twenty years.

HAGEN
That plane goes to Miami...

MICHAEL
I want it met.

HAGEN
(understanding)
Mike, it's impossible. He'll be met
by the Internal Revenue; the
Customs Service, and half the FBI.

MICHAEL
I don't like it when you use the
word impossible; nothing is
impossible...

HAGEN
Mike, it would be like trying to
kill the President; there's no way
we can get to him.

MICHAEL
I'm surprised at you, Tom. If
there's anything certain; certain
in life;
(MORE)
 180.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
if history has taught us anything,
it's that you can kill...
(he stops, then coldly)
ANYBODY. But perhaps your
relucatance is because you've come
to tell me that you're moving your
family to Vegas, that you've been
offered the Vice-Presidency of the
Houstan Hotels there. Or weren't
you going to tell me at all?

HAGEN
Are you so hungry for traitors; do
you want to find them everywhere?

MICHAEL
They are everywhere!

HAGEN
I turned Houstan down; I didn't see
why I should tell you about an
offer I turned down.
(Michael begins to
confuse him)
Are you sure, Mikey? Are you sure
of what we're doing; what we'll
gain; what does the family gain?
Forget that, Mike; I already know
the answer.

MICHAEL
I know you do, Tom. Then I can
count on you to help me do the
things I have to do. If not, call
Houstan, and become a Vice-
President. Take your family and
your mistress and move them to Las
Vegas.

HAGEN
Why do you hurt me, Michael? I've
always been loyal to you.

MICHAEL
Good. Then you're staying.

HAGEN
I'm staying.
(he pauses...then,
without being asked)
Don't ever enjoy the cruel part of
all this; Sonny never listened to
me about that.
(MORE)
 181.
HAGEN (CONT'D)
(then he sits down, and
opens his briefcase)
Now, explain everything to me.

EXT. THE HARBOR - DAY

Fredo sits with Anthony, with a silly-looking fishing hat on

his head, covered with lure and flies.

FREDO
Anthony, ole buddy, your Uncle
Fredo's gonna teach you how to
catch the big fish. You know, when
I was a kid, I did this amazing
thing. I went out on a fishing
trip; me and my brothers and my
Pop, and no one could catch a fish
except me. And this was my secret:
(confidentially)
Every time I would put the line
down I would say a "Hail Mary" and
every time I said a "Hail Mary" I
would catch a fish. Now, when it's
sunset, we're gonna go out on the
lake, and we're gonna try it.

INT. GUARDED HOUSE - DAY

The guards step aside as Tom Hagen enters the foyer of the
house. He shows a court order to them and they lead him up
the stairs where he knocks on the door.

INT. GUARDED HOUSE - DAY

There is a KNOCK at the door. The two guards show Hagen in

and Hagen presents the court order to one of the FBI men.

HAGEN
I think I prefer to see my client
privately.

PENTANGELI
The room has a bug in it.

HAGEN
(to the FBI men)
I'd like to go outside with him, in
the open air.

FBI MAN #1
This room is not bugged.
 182.

HAGEN
You have guards outside and the
electric fence. There's no security
reason for not letting us talk in
the yard.

FBI MAN #1
Okay.

They pass out of the room.

EXT. THE ARMY POST - DAY

Hagen and Pentangeli outside, by the electric fence. They

cannot be overheard. Pentangeli takes out some cigars and
offers Hagen one. Hagen takes it and Pentangeli lights both
their cigars. They puff on them contentedly. They are
comfortable together, almost.

HAGEN
Everything is going to be okay,
Frankie, don't worry.

PENTANGELI
Did my brother go back?

HAGEN
Yeah, but don't worry.

PENTANGELI
He's ten times tougher than me, my
brother. He's old-fashioned.

HAGEN
Yeah. He wouldn't even go out to
dinner. Just wanted to go home.

PENTANGELI
That's my brother. Nothing could
get him away from that two mule
town. He coulda been big over here -
- he could of had his own Family.

HAGEN
You're right.

PENTANGELI
Tom, what do I do now?

The light is beginning to turn reddish as the sun falls.

HAGEN
Frankie, you were always interested
in politics, in history.
(MORE)
 183.
HAGEN (CONT'D)
I remember you talking about Hitler
back in '43. We were young then.

PENTANGELI
Yeah, I still read a lot. They
bring me stuff.

HAGEN
You were around the old timers who
dreamed up how the Families should
be organized, how they based it on
the old Roman Legions, and called
them 'Regimes'... with the 'Capos'
and 'Soldiers,' and it worked.

PENTANGELI
Yeah, it worked. Those were great
old days. We was like the Roman
Empire. The Corleone family was
like the Roman Empire.

HAGEN
(sadly)
Yeah, it was once.

They both puff on their cigars. Pentangeli lets himself be

carried away by thoughts of old days of glory; Hagen thinks
of other days too.

HAGEN (CONT’D)
(very gently)
The Roman Empire... when a plot
against the Emperor failed, the
plotters were always given a chance
to let their families keep their
fortunes.

PENTANGELI
Yeah, but only the rich guys. The
little guys got knocked off. If
they got arrested and executed, all
their estate went to the Emperor.
If they just went home and killed
themselves, up front, nothing
happened.

HAGEN
Yeah, that was a good break. A nice
deal.

Pentangeli looks at Hagen; he understands.

 184.

PENTANGELI
They went home and sat in a hot
bath and opened their veins, and
bled to death. Sometimes they gave
a little party before they did it.

Hagen throws away his cigar. Pentangeli puffs on his.

HAGEN
Don't worry about anything, Frankie
Five-Angels.

PENTANGELI
Thanks, Tom. Thanks.

They shake hands. The FBI Agents come out to let Hagen out
the gate. Pentangeli is led back to the house.

FBI MAN #1
Your lawyer tell you he can get
that 600 years reduced to 500?

Pentangeli puffs on his cigar and reflects.

PENTANGELI
You boys sure you can't get me a
broad for tonight? Give me a
little party?

FBI MAN #2
We got some nice books.

Pentangeli puffs on his cigar and gives the Agent a smile an

old man gives a child. He starts upstairs.

PENTANGELI
I guess I'll just take a hot bath.

EXT. THE ARMY POST - DAY

Hagen walks away; glances back. Then gets into his waiting
car and drives off.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - FULL VIEW - SUNSET

Michael sits alone in the empty boathouse; in the shadows.

INT. BOAT DOCK - SUNSET

Neri stands by the dock area under the boathouse. He pushes

the button which lowers a boat by winch and tackle. He wears
a fishing cap.
 185.

He steps into the boat, and pulls the small outboard, which
glides the boat out into the harbor.

MED. VIEW
The boat pulls up alongside Fredo
and Anthony.

FREDO
Here we go; and remember the
secret.

He lifts Anthony into the boat.

CONNIE (O.S.)
Anthony.

THEIR VIEW
Connie, in houseclothes, is calling
Anthony.

FREDO
He's here; we're goin' fishing.

CONNIE
He can't go; Michael wants to take
him into Reno.

FREDO
Ah. Okay, kid, you got to go to
Reno with your Pop.

He lifts the boy out of the boat, and puts him on the shore.

FREDO (CONT’D)
I'll catch one for you, with the
secret.

CONNIE
Hurry, Anthony.

Neri stands the motor; and the boat with the two fisherman
glides off.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

watching, from the dark window of the boathouse.

INT. HIGH SECURITY HOUSE IN ARMY POST - NIGHT

The FBI man knocks on the bathroom door in the house where
they have kept Pentangeli.

FBI MAN #1
Frankie, open up. You okay?
 186.

No answer; he hammers on the door. Using his elbow, and then

a kick he breaks into the bathroom.

HIS VIEW
Pentangeli lying in a tub of water.
His stomach shows above it. His
wrists are cut and covered with
blood. The bath water has a
purplish tone.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LAKE TAHOE - MED. VIEW - SUNSET

Fredo and Neri are fishing, each with lines out. The VIEW
MOVES CLOSER, and we can hear Fredo as he holds the pole.

FREDO
... the Lord is with thee. Blessed
art thou amongst women, and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

LONG SHOT
The boat on the shimmery lake.

FREDO
... Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray
for us...

We hear a quiet, echoing GUNSHOT; and then silence.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MIAMI AIRPORT - NIGHT

An exhausted Hyman Roth, ill-shaven, and in shirt-sleeves in

taken into custody by a swarm of Customs, and FBI men. They
allow him to be photographed by press people; and television
cameramen.

FBI MAN
Mr. Roth, we have to take you into
custody.

ROTH
Yes, I know.

Some flashbulbs go off.

REPORTER
Can you give us your reaction to
the High Court of Israel's ruling.
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ROTH
I am a retired investor on a
pension, and I wished to live there
as a Jew in the twilight of my
life...

LAWYER
Mr. Roth is not a well man; he's
tired of running.

ROTH
I'm an old man; at my age, it's too
late to start worrying.

REPORTER
Is it true you are worth over three
hundred million dollars, Mr. Roth?

ROTH
I'm a retired investor, living on a
pension... I came home to vote in
the Presidential election, because
they wouldn't give me an absentee
ballot...

The newsmen and photographers all laugh, as the FBI men move
him away.

CLOSE VIEW
One of the newspapermen laughing we
recognize to be Rocco Lampone.

He moves closer to Roth, and shoves his revolver right

against his head, and in a second, on camera, assassinates
Roth. People scream, as Rocco attempts to run down the
airport corridor, limping as he does.

FBI men easily pick him off.

FADE OUT.

EXT. THE DRIVEWAY BY MICHAEL'S HOUSE - DAY

A taxi cab waits by the house; its driver sleeping with a

newspaper over his face.

INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - DAY

The cleaning woman, Esther, who had been with Kay for years,
sits by the dining room table, weeping profusely. Behind
her, in the recreation room, we can see the tableau of Kay
sitting on the couch, her little daughter Mary, between her
knees, talking quietly about things we cannot hear.
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Her son Anthony sits by himself, in another chair by the

side of the room.

MED. VIEW
Connie comes into the house
quickly, and moves toward them.

CONNIE
Kay, you have to go.

This prompts Esther to weep all the more. Kay hugs her
daughter, and kisses her many times.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
You have to hurry; he's coming.

Kay puts her coat on; then stands, and reaches out for her
son.

KAY
Anthony, kiss Mama goodbye.

He doesn't move.

CONNIE
(angrily)
Anthony, you kiss your Mother
goodbye!

He rises, and walks to her. Hugs her lifelessly.

MED. CLOSE VIEW

on Kay, kissing her boy.

KAY
Anthony, say goodbye; your Mama
loves you.

ANTHONY
Goodbye.

She restrains any tears; she has become too strong for
tears. Kay starts to go; picks up Mary, kisses her, and
starts to go.

NEW VIEW
She steps out the kitchen door;
then she cannot help herself.
Crouches down, outside, and calls
to her son.

KAY
Anthony, kiss me once.
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Then she looks up, and slowly rises.

HER VIEW
Michael has stepped into the dining
room. He seems older somehow; as
though some sickness has taken more
years away from him.

VIEW ON KAY

looks at him; instinctively, she takes a step back.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

slowly steps toward her.

VIEW ON KAY

Another step back; the door is still open.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

He moves closer to the door; stops, looks at her. And then

closes it obscuring any view of her.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TAHOE ESTATE - DAY

It is late fall -- most of the leaves have fallen on the

grounds and there is quite a wind.

MED. VIEW
The water is whipped up by the
wind, and the waves are high as
they break against the pavilion. We
HEAR the MUSIC of time passing, of
Michael, of the Godfather over
these images.

VIEW ON THE SWIMMING POOLS

They have not been used in several months; they are drained
and the bottoms are mossy and dark.

VIEW ON THE MAIN GATE

Leaves blowing past it; we don't see the button men; only a
hint of someone in the gatehouse.

VIEW ON THE HOUSES

Some of the houses have had the summer awnings taken down,
and put away. Some of the windows have been boarded up.
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VIEW ON THE KENNELS

There are still the guard dogs; some sleeping, some moving
impatiently.

As the MUSIC concludes its statement.

MED. VIEW
The peninsula of the private
Corleone Harbor. We see the figures
of two people, seated at a table.

MED. VIEW (CONT’D)

Michael sits at a table having a
sparse lunch. He is attended by his
sister Connie, who seems to be the
closest person now living on the
estate with him. We see from the
way she pampers him with his lunch,
that she has fallen into the role
of a surrogate Mother-Wife. He
seems older than his years, as
though his illness, diabetes, has
taken its toll.

CONNIE
Don't worry; I'm sure he got here
on time. The roads from the airport
are so windy, it takes forever;
I've driven them myself.

She picks up some of the serving plates that he has left

untouched.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
I'll bring him out to you as soon
as he comes.

She moves back to the main house.

MED. CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

He turns and looks at the rough water of the lake for a

moment. He slowly takes a sip of wine.

EXT. A PLACE IN THE GARDEN - DAY

There are a few chairs.

MED. VIEW ON ANTHONY CORLEONE

He is eighteen years old.

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ANTHONY
Hello, Dad.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

squinting up at his son.

MICHAEL
Anthony.

He rises, and reaches up to his son, who is now taller than

he; he embraces him.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)
You've grown so tall... so tall in
the last year. You're much taller
than me.

ANTHONY
I was taller than you when I was
fourteen.

MICHAEL
Sit down. Your Aunt Connie and I
waited for you to have some lunch,
but now it's all dried out.

ANTHONY
I'm not hungry.

MICHAEL
Well, that's alright... alright.
Good. You'll graduate in another
year, isn't that right? You
know... I never finished college. I
was a good student, but I never
finished. Of course, there was a
war then.

Connie approaches them.

CONNIE
Don't let me interrupt anything,
this will just take a second. Here.
(she takes out a small
needle, and begins to
prepare it)
Your father has to have his insulin
shot. Why don't you go to your room
and put your things away, Anthony.

She begins to give Michael the shot.

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MICHAEL
Hurry back; we'll talk. We'll talk.

Anthony goes on his way to the house with his things. Connie
gives Michael the shot.

CONNIE
Whenever I see that lake so cold, I
think of poor Fredo, drowned. Lake
Tahoe is very cold. They say if a
person drowns in it, that the body
will remain mid-suspended --
perfectly preserved. Some say it
will remain forever.

She finishes the shot, puts her things away.

CONNIE (CONT’D)
Your boy will be right back.

She leaves.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

Alone in the garden.

OUR VIEW begins to MOVE CLOSER to him. We begin to HEAR

MUSIC of the forties; happy music, swing music, as we move
CLOSER to Michael.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. OLD CORLEONE HOUSE - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

SONNY CORLEONE, his arm wrapped around a smiling red-faced

Carlo Rizzi, pulls him into the Corleone dining room.

SONNY
Hey, who knows my buddy Carlo
Rizzi. Here... my brother Fredo,
here's my Mom. Mom, whatcha got
cooking? And Carlo, this is my kid
sister Connie. Here, pull up a
chair, Carol is sitting next to
Connie. Oh, the droopy kid over
there is Mike. The college boy.

An older, lanky man enters the room, his arms laden with
presents. This is TESSIO.

TESSIO
Buon Natale, everybody. Buon
Natale...
(MORE)
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TESSIO (CONT'D)
(he smiles at Tom Hagen)
Hi, Tom, how's every little thing?

HAGEN
(helping him with the
presents)
Wonderful, Sal.

Now the study door opens, and DON CORLEONE enters.

DON CORLEONE
Is dinner ready?

MOM
Two minutes.

The Don happily regards his family; his sons and daughters
and even some Grandchildren. He raises a glass.

DON CORLEONE
A good life, a long life to all my
children, and friends. To my
grandchildren, and those that will
be. To our family.

They all drink.

They refill glasses; then Tessio proposes a toast.

TESSIO
To our Godfather.

They all drink.

INT. THE DINING ROOM - MED. VIEW - NIGHT

The family is happily at Christmas dinner. Don Corleone

seated at the head of the table.

SONNY
What'd you think of those Japs, eh?
The nerve of those Japs, coming
right here in our own backyard
dropping bombs!

HAGEN
Well, we could have expected it
after the embargo.

SONNY
Hey! Expect it or not, those Japs
don't have a right to drop bombs in
our backyard. Whose side you on?
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MAMA
Please, do we have to talk about
the war at the table? On
Christmas, much less.

VIEW ON MICHAEL

He has been listening to this discussion.

MICHAEL
Pop, I've decided I'm going to
enlist.

A quiet hush descends over the table, as though everyone

knows the effect this will have on the old man. Sonny tries
to make light of it.

SONNY
Kid, stay in college. The girls are
cuter, if you know what I mean.

HAGEN
Pop had to pull a lot of strings to
get you your deferment.

MICHAEL
I never asked for it; I don't want
it.

VIEW ON DON CORLEONE

Disturbed; but wise and prudent.

DON CORLEONE
My son wants to talk about this,
and so we'll talk, but not at the
dinner table.

He rises, and starts across the room toward his study. Then
he looks back.

DON CORLEONE (CONT’D)

Michael.

He disappears into his study. Michael rises, glances around.

People are generally tense over the situation. Michael
follows his father into the study.

INT. DON CORLEONE'S OLD STUDY - NIGHT

The Don closes the door behind his son, and then moves
across the room. He stops at the little bar there, and pours
himself a brandy.
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DON CORLEONE
Would you like some?

MICHAEL
No, Dad.

DON CORLEONE
Now what is this talk about joining
the army? Eh?

MICHAEL
It's not talk; I'm doing it.

DON CORLEONE
You would risk your life for
strangers?

MICHAEL
Not for strangers; for my country.

DON CORLEONE
Anyone not in your family, is a
stranger. Believe me, when trouble
comes, your country won't take care
of you.

MICHAEL
That's how it was in the old world,
Pop, but this is not Sicily.

DON CORLEONE
I know. I know, Michael. It's
Christmas, your brothers and sister
are all here -- we are happy. Let's
not spoil this. Go your own way,
but when you are ready, come to me
the way a son should. I have hopes
for you...

CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL

looking at his father with a mixture of great love, and also

fear, and confusion.

MICHAEL
I won't be a man like you.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE TAHOE ESTATE - HIGH FULL VIEW - DAY

The leaves are blowing. MUSIC comes up.

Michael and his young son, Anthony, walk through the grounds
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of the estate, talking about things we cannot hear.