They've killed the boy! They've killed young Paolo!
They've killed your son Paolo!
Murderers! Murderers!
My son...
All my respect, Don Ciccio.
You killed my husband because he wouldn't give in to you.
And his oldest son Paolo...
...because he swore revenge.
But Vito is only nine. And dumb-witted.
He never speaks.
It's not his words I'm afraid of.
He's weak. He couldn't hurt anyone.
But when he grows, he'll grow strong.
Don't worry. This little boy can't do a thing to you.
When he's a man, he'll come for revenge.
I beg you, Don Ciccio, spare my only son.
He's all I have left.
I swear to God he'll never do you any harm. Spare him!
Vito, run!
Move and I'll kill him!
Run, Vito!
Kill him!
Any family who hides the boy Vito Andolini will regret it!
You understand?
Anybody who hides the boy Vito Andolini is in for trouble!
Vito, we're praying for you!
If anyone is hiding the boy Vito Andolini...
...turn him over to us.
Don Ciccio will thank you for it!
It'll be better for the boy, and better for you!
Any family who hides the boy Vito Andolini will regret it!
Nurse.
Money?
Interpreter!
Where are you from?
-What is your name? -Maria.
What is your name?
Come on, son. What is your name?
Vito Andolini from Corleone.
Corleone. Vito Corleone.
Okay, over there.
Next.
Tell him he has smallpox. Quarantine three months.
Vito Corleone!
Here he is. This is him.
Did you bring the car keys?
Laurie! Laurie!
Mama!
-Look who's here. -Father Carmelo.
-This is Father Carmelo. -I'm Merle Johnson.
Mama!
-Here I am. -Constanzia, after one week?
I sent the car to the airport last week to pick you up.
It was chaos. Anyway, here I am, just one week late. This is for my mama!
-What is this? -You remember Merle?
Hello. How are you? Thank you.
Where's Michael? I've got to talk to him and I can't wait on line.
You go see your children first.
Then you worry about waiting on line to see your brother. Like everybody else.
Ladies and gentlemen...
A most distinguished guest would like to say a few words.
Please welcome Senator Pat Geary of the State of Nevada.
And there is Mrs. Geary.
Thank you very much.
This is a very, very happy day for me and my wife Mrs. Geary.
We see Nevada far too seldom.
But today we can join with old friends, we can make new friends
and we help celebrate a young man's first Communion.
And also to thank that boy's family for a magnificent contribution to the State.
I have here in my hand a check made out to the university
and it is a magnificent endowment in the name of
Anthony Vito Corleone.
The check is signed by that young man's parents
whom I think we should recognize.
Mike, Pat, Kay, stand up, please. Let the folks see you!
Folks, I want you to join me
in giving a real Nevada thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Michael Corleone!
We also have, as a special added attraction, the Sierra Boys Choir
who have chosen a certain special song and a special arrangement
to honor their host, Mr. Michael Corleone.
Boys.
The plaque.
Okay, fellows, did you get that one?
Okay, that's good.
Now, Senator, just you and Mrs. Corleone.
My lawyer Tom Hagen. Senator Geary.
He arranged everything through your man Turnbull.
-Yes, yes. -Sit down.
I thought that you and I would talk alone.
I trust these men with my life, Senator. To ask them to leave would be an insult.
Well, it's perfectly all right with me
but I am a blunt man and I intend to speak very frankly to you.
Maybe more frankly
than anyone in my position has ever talked to you before.
The Corleone family has done well in Nevada.
You own, or control, two major hotels in Vegas
and one in Reno. The licenses were grandfathered in
so there was no problem with the Gaming Commission.
Now my sources tell me
that you plan to make a move against the Tropigala.
They tell me that within a week, you're going to move Klingman out.
Quite an expansion. However, it will leave you with a little technical problem.
The license will still be in Klingman's name.
-Turnbull is a good man. -Yeah, well, let's cut out the bullshit.
I don't want to spend more time here than I have to.
You can have the license.
The price is 250,000 dollars.
Plus five per cent of the gross monthly
of all four hotels, Mr. Corleone.
The price for the license is less than 20,000 dollars, right?
That's right.
-Why would I pay more than that? -Because I intend to squeeze you.
I don't like your kind of people.
I don't like to see you come out to this clean country in oily hair
dressed up in those silk suits
and try to pass yourselves off as decent Americans.
I'll do business with you, but the fact is that I despise your masquerade,
the dishonest way you pose yourself and your whole fucking family.
Senator,
we're both part of the same hypocrisy.
But never think it applies to my family.
All right, all right.
Some people have to play little games. You play yours.
Let's say that you'll pay me because it's in your interest.
I want your answer and the money by noon tomorrow. One more thing.
Don't you contact me again, ever.
From now on you deal with Turnbull. Open that door, son.
Senator, you can have my answer now if you like.
My offer is this...
Nothing.
Not even the fee for the gaming license, which I would like you to put up.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Ladies! I didn't know you were out here.
-Honey, we have to go. -Really? I'm sorry.
-It's been delightful. -It was our pleasure.
It was wonderful talking to you.
Fredo! Fredo, you son-of-a-bitch, you look great!
Frank Pentangeli!
I thought you was never coming out west, you big bum!
I've got to check on my boys.
-What's with the food here? -What's the matter?
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