The Godfather Page #2
The MEN walk down another row of parked cars. Put another
number in the notebook. A shiney new Cadillac with wooden
bumpers.
PETER CLEMENZA, dancing the Tarantella joyously, bumping
bellies with the ladies.
CLEMENZA:
Paulie...wine...WINE.
He mops his sweating forehead with a big handkerchief.
PAULIE hustles, gets a glass of icy black wine, and brings
it to him.
PAULIE:
You look terrif on the floor!
CLEMENZA:
What are you, a dance judge? Go do
your job; take a walk around the
neighborhood... see everything is
okay.
PAULIE nods and leaves; CLEMENZA takes a breath, and leaps
back into the dance.
The MEN walk down another row of parked cars. Put another
number in the notebook.
TESSIO, a tall, gentle-looking man, dances with a NINE-YEAR-
OLD GIRL, her little black party shoes planted on his
enormous brown shoes.
The MEN move on to other parked cars, when SONNY storms out
of the gate, his face flushed with anger, followed by
CLEMENZA and PAULIE.
SONNY:
Buddy, this is a private party.
The MAN doesn't answer, but points to the DRIVER of the
sedan. SONNY menacingly thrusts his reddened face at him.
The DRIVER merely flips open his wallet to a greed card,
without saying a word. SONNY steps back, spits on the
ground, turns, and walks away, followed by CLEMENZA, PAULIE,
and another TWO MEN. He doesn't say a thing for most of the
walk back into the courtyard, and then, muttered to PAULIE.
SONNY:
Goddamn FBI...don't respect nothing.
INT DAY:
DON'S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945)DON CORLEONE sits quietly behind his massive desk in the
dark study.
NAZORINE:
...a fine boy from Sicily, captured
by the American Army, and sent to
New Jersey as a prisoner of war...
DON CORLEONE:
Nazorine, my friend, tell me what I
can do.
NAZORINE:
Now that the war is over, Enzo,
this boy is being repatriated to
Italy. And you see, Godfather...
(he wrings his hands,
unable to express himself)
He...my daughter...they...
DON CORLEONE:
You want him to stay in this country.
NAZORINE:
Godfather, you understand everything.
DON CORLEONE:
Tom, what we need is an Act of
Congress to allow Enzo to become a
citizen.
NAZORINE:
(impressed)
An Act of Congress!
HAGEN:
(nodding)
It will cost.
The DON shrugs; such are the way with those things; NAZORINE
nods.
NAZORINE:
Is that all? Godfather, thank
you...
(backing out, enthusiastically)
Oh, wait till you see the cake I
made for your beautiful daughter!
NAZORINE backs out, all smiles, and nods to the GODFATHER.
DON CORLEONE rises and moves to the Venetian blinds.
HAGEN:
Who do I give this job to?
The DON moves to the windows, peeking out through the blinds.
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