The Godfather: Part II Page #5

Deanna pauses reflectively a moment, allowing Fredo to get

her shoes on.

DEANNA:

What beats me, is how you guys

could be brothers. You musta been

your Mother's rotten egg.

She kicks off the shoes, giggling, and runs toward a waiter.

DEANNA:

(lifting a glass of champagne)

Young man, young man...thank you,

young man.

WAITER:

(impressed)

Excuse me, but aren't you...

DEANNA:

Yes, you saw me in the movies, Good

Humor man, and yes, I had more off

than my shoes!

FREDO:

Goddamn b*tch.

DEANNA:

Relax, Freddie honey. Come dance

with me.

She extends her hand to him.

FREDO:

Listen, Michael's got a lot of nice

people here. Friends of Kay's.

He'll never forgive me if you ruin

his party.

DEANNA:

I hate to see you cringe in front

of him. How come you're so scared

of your own kid brother?

FREDO:

He's the head of the family.

Disgusted, she turns around, and heads toward the music.

DEANNA:

Don't follow me!

EXT. TAHOE LAWN AND TABLES - MED. SHOT - DAY

Rushing through the tables, waving an arm jangling with gold

jewelry, and carrying several gift-wrapped packages, is a

hardened and aging CONNIE CORLEONE. She is followed by a

blond, and wrinkled-handsome escort named MERLE.

CONNIE:

Mama...Mama! Here I am!

She throws her arms around her Mother, who returns the

affection somewhat reproachfully.

MAMA:

Constanzia. We expected you last

week; we sent the car to pick you

up at the airport last week.

CONNIE:

I know, it was chaos; but anyway,

here I am one week late.

(lifting a shiny

green package out of

Merle's arms)

This is for my Mama. You remember

Merle?

MAMA:

(not giving him a

chance to greet her)

Yes, thank you.

CONNIE:

How are the kids?

MAMA:

Well, thank you, they asked for you

all week.

CONNIE:

I got surprises for everybody!

MAMA:

(glancing at the wrapping)

Bought at the airport.

CONNIE:

(gazing about)

This is swell. Where's Michael?

I've got things to get straight

with him and I can't wait on line.

MAMA:

You go see your children first, and

then you wait to see your brother

like everybody else.

EXT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

A porch-like foyer of the boathouse, where a group of five

or six men wait, some nervously. Some sit, and some pace.

MED. CLOSE VIEW

on one of these men, FRANKIE PENTANGELI, approaching his

sixties, with gray hair (the little of it left). He's a bit

scruffy, this morning's shave of his white beard is not

perfect, and he seems tired. He is accompanied by an

associate-bodyguard, WILLY CICCI; thin and dark, and also

dressed up for the occasion. Frankie tries to get the

attention of one of the waiters; a college-groomed young man

in white sports jacket and black bow-tie.

PENTANGELI:

Hey, kid! You got any red wine?

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