The Godfather: Part III Page #3

- Who's your favourite aunt?

- You are.

Today l'll talk to Michael

about your little problem.

lf you'd warned me, l would have

worn a better suit.

The Meucci Association

has elected you

ltalian-American Man of the Year.

Meucci...

Who's Meucci?

The ltalian-American who invented

the telephone, one year before Bell.

And this is the reason

you've come today?

l...

l've got a stone in my shoe.

A two-bit punk who works for me.

The one who thinks he's related to you.

A bastard.

He's here. Vincent Mancini.

He's at the party.

Bring him in.

l think it's good that we talk.

No, grazie.

l have a problem...

...and l want to find out if it is

my problem or your problem.

Your business is your business. l have

no interests or percentages from it.

Good. Then it's my problem.

Michael, you know Vincent Mancini.

Sonny's boy.

- How are you, Mr Corleone?

- How are you?

- Good. How are you? Good party.

- You like it?

- Yes, l had to sneak in.

- You're dressed for it.

So, what's the trouble

between you and Mr Joe Zasa?

- Just trouble. l'll take care of it.

- That's foolish of you.

Foolish of me? lt's a little foolish

of this guy, don't you think? Right?

- Right?!

- Temper like his father...

Vincent...

Mr Joe Zasa now owns what used to

be the Corleone business in New York.

Out of kindness, he gave you

a job in his family.

You took it against my advice.

l offered you something better in the

legitimate world. You turned me down.

Now you both come to me with this bad

blood. What do you expect me to do?

- Am l a gangster?

- No...

That was Papa's neighbourhood.

Zasa runs it like a disgrace!

- That's the past, Connie.

- l earned that territory.

The Commission gave it to me

and you approved.

Yes.

l came for the party, not to ask for help.

l could kill this bastard.

So kill him.

What does all this have to do with me?

Well, he goes behind your back,

saying ''F*** Michael Corleone''.

Say it to his face, one time!

Mr Corleone, all bastards are liars.

Shakespeare wrote poems about it.

What am l going to do with this guy?!

Joey, if there's some guy

running around this city,

saying ''F*** Michael Corleone''...

...what do we do

with a piece of sh*t like that?

He's a f***ing dog.

Yes, it's true. lf anyone would say

such a thing,

they would not be a friend,

they would be a dog.

- My interests don't conflict with his.

- You don't know how much they do.

Quiet, Vincent.

He needs your support!

Don't let me work for this guy,

let me work for you.

As what? Tough guy? l don't need

tough guys. l need more lawyers.

Since we have no conflicts or debts,

l accept your tribute. l wish you well.

Vincent, make your peace

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