First Time Godfather Page #3

Who should leave?

The police-mean.

This one was brought up

to govern us one day.

I wish I could see

where to lay the blame...

an island run by goat thieves

and that's a real shame.

None in Crete are born

ready to lie and steal...

an insult to us all

when stolen goat is our meal.

Who's stealing?

- Who, the Manedakis of course!

- Already, 200 goats stolen!

Panagaki, you promised.

We made it clear.

When I get elected,

all goats will be returned!

All 200!

Pano, make us a couplet.

You're a grown man.

A bee sleeps

in the thickets of my heart...

Dear friends.

Long live demo... cracy!

How can it be my son spouts

nonsense at the worst time?

You're son is a man,

he must speak in public.

I agree.

And talk about

bees and gibberish?

He can't even

make up a couplet?

Why is god punishing me...

...with a son that says

things a woman says?

Didn't you see how Alex spoke?

We must have got

at least 35 votes.

Do you know how strong we'll be

with the Fountedakis tomorrow?

I see our votes walking

upright on their own.

It seems like you've

learned a lot from your father.

Where did this come from?

Thank god no one's around!

Are you tired?

Maybe you want to rest a bit?

- No.

- Are you sure?

It's the food...

a lot of food...

there's even more food.

How will we win over the women?

Crete, the land of

"even more food"!

Don't you dare open your mouth

at the Manedakis.

I don't want to.

Come here, you have to find

a trick to cope with the food.

Pretend you're taking a big one,

but snatch a small one.

Politics:
The art of faking.

Politics is the art of adapting.

And if you can't eat any more,

dump some here.

- Along with the votes.

- Look here, you see?

The ones that hit me...

they're there...

we should go the back way.

I don't want trouble.

We'll outnumber them tomorrow.

It's different to be strong.

Fear brings fear.

We'll go through the square.

Brother, are you nuts?

Have you spoken?

Mother of god...

After the election.

You must forget her.

Here's what you asked for,

I'll wait for you over here.

- The Manedakis are like them.

- Get dressed and don't talk.

But they're coming closer to us.

They're still not our people.

It's the last time I'm helping.

I'm going to marry her after.

Walk, and stop talking.

Welcome!

It's an honour he sent his son.

Let's see what

these ones have to say.

Why not? If our Chief doesn't

bide to Cretan tradition...

fire in their eyes and guts!

My compliments.

The kid's got it!

My compliments.

He has quite an appetite.

Listen, boy. You have to tell

your father about the road.

I know.

Below!

What's he saying?

He means above!

Watch out, Panagaki!

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