The Godfather: Part III Page #4

with Mr Joe Zasa. Go on.

Bastardo...

Vinnie, what's the matter with you?!

Get him out of here.

Jesus Christ...

- l told Connie this wasn't the right time.

- Close it.

l know you're into Wall Street,

but you're still the final word.

l want to protect you from these guys.

Your lawyers can't.

- But you can?

- Yeah, l can do that.

Why should l be afraid of Zasa?

You stop him from rising

in the Commission.

l say we make him dead.

Give me the order, l'll do it.

- You'll do it?

- Yeah.

Maybe you should come with me

for a few weeks. See what happens.

- Okay.

- See if you learn.

And we'll talk about your future.

l won't let you down.

lt's about ready.

What happened?

lf l'm in a room with Zasa,

what happens? l bit his ear off.

Here we go. Watch the card.

Hold it!

- Vincent...

- Yeah.

Take the picture with us.

Nice jacket.

Closer to the centre, sir.

Smile!

Godfather, this is the cake for you

and your family from Enzo the baker.

Do you want to do it?

Cent'anni! Cent'anni!

- Vincent?

- What do you want, sweetheart?

Do you love me?

- Come on, go to bed.

- Come on, say it.

l love you.

l love you, too.

You've got a cat?

Go get us some water, l'm thirsty.

Come on.

Come on.

Well, l guess l know my place.

l can't believe l'm actually doing this.

''Get me water, bake me a cake''...

What happened to ''please''?

Good boy, Sackface. Go for a walk.

- Let her go.

- Cut her throat, man.

- What did you say?

- Cut her f***ing throat.

- Okay, chief...

- Drop your gun or he'll cut her throat.

l hardly know her, so cut her.

What the f*** do l care?

You've got no choice. She'll be dead.

lf you do, l'll kill you both.

Give up that knife, l'll let you go.

Cut her throat! Right now!

l'll do something that'll convince you.

Don't get frightened. Just watch me.

Oh, sh*t!

Drop the knife. Drop it!

Good boy. Sit down, l want to talk

to you. lt was a wise choice. Sit down.

Lose the mask.

Relax, have a smoke. You smoke?

Whose idea was this? Who sent you?

Tell me who sent you.

- No one.

- Did you take a look at this guy?

- Yeah.

- Who sent you?

lt was Joey Zasa.

Are you okay?

- You were going to let them kill me!

- No, l wasn't...

You pig! You sick f***!

You wanted gambling. That's gambling.

Call the police.

- You killed the other guy too?

- He went for my gun.

lt was self-defence.

Go ahead, call the police.

- No, no...

- l'm taking pictures.

No pictures.

You had a gun!

They only had a knife. You could have

handed them over to the police.

Zasa sent them.

l just sent him a message.

- Now he has to send you one back.

- ls Zasa going to send me one back?

He did the right thing.

He got Zasa's name!

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