First Time Godfather Page #4

Two roads!

Above and below!

We'll start above,

and we'll see about below.

The smallest one?

You don't like our food?

My compliments.

We said we'll help you,

to see what your Chief is like.

Just don't try

anything funny with us.

The road will pass

from above. It's done.

The very best of Crete

load all onto their fork...

stolen goat and stolen sheep

and stolen sweet white pork.

What are they saying?

Something about goats.

God may put the saint

high up in his great chapel...

but loves without constraint

the thief who stole the apple.

Now that we're on the subject...

...what does your Chief

think of our Cretan tradition?

All 200 goats back!

What's the son saying?

He's learning Greek now.

Our traditions never change.

I think he said something else.

This is the best appetizer.

You must try our snails.

No one makes them better.

They were for your father.

The sauce took 3 days.

The art of faking.

Who said he's not eating?

Eat it, love, it's tasty.

Long live democracy.

Long live democracy!

- What are you doing?

- He doesn't want our food?

Who said he doesn't want it?

Be careful, Panagaki.

Traditions in Crete

never change.

Our traditions and our snails.

Lord have mercy.

He's just a kid.

If he's just a kid,

he shouldn't be here.

Everything will be as you wish.

Come with us tomorrow, and see

what a nice speech he'll make.

Come with you, after this?

God wouldn't allow it!

Peace be with you.

What a disaster! We lost

the votes, because of a snail.

Was it that hard

to just eat it?

The poor kid was stuffed.

I can eat. I can.

I have to be the Godfather.

I can eat.

Don't worry...

you will be the Godfather,

my darling dear.

Go to sleep.

Sometimes I wonder

why you do all this.

What do you gain?

You're asking me?

All these expenses, and work,

and what about the boy?

Democracy requires sacrifice.

Mr. Alex! Where are you, boy?

The people are here.

Where is he?

Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Come downstairs.

The boy will be right down.

He's getting ready,

he'll be right down.

Quicken up, we're in trouble.

- Come here.

- Let me go!

- You are the son!

- I am not!

I told you about the leg, but

the right one, not the left.

It's useless, not good

for the Chief!

But you are the son...

what's up?

No gathering votes today?

Get out of here.

What did you say?

I can't get votes anymore.

I can't say "my compliments".

What will you do?

I can't eat damn snails either!

What are pancakes?

They're a kind of sweet bread.

Mr. Alex!

Why are you shouting?

They'll know we lost the kid.

There go our votes.

I can see them running away.

Does my father know

where you are?

Now the real fun begins!

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