The Godfather: Part II Page #8
NERI:
How do you want me to handle it?
Michael glances at Hagen, who has been waiting in the room.
MICHAEL:
Later. Tom?
Hagen brings him a folder; then, as Michael glances through
it:
HAGEN:
Senator's chief aide, a man named
Turnbull. Turnbull's a heavy
gambler, and into us for over a
hundred grand, so I figure his
information is reliable.
Neri moves to the bar, to prepare Michael a drink.
HAGEN:
The Senator can be set up; but he
thinks of himself as a clean
politician. So it's got to be on
terms he can live with: campaign
contribution, donation to a
charitable cause that he controls,
things like that. If he gets even
the inkling that you think you're
buying him, he'll freeze up.
Nevada's a funny state, they like
things both ways here... All right.
Turnbull says the Senator will be
here at two-thirty, and he's been
primed. He knows you'll want to
meet with him alone, and he knows
it's about the Tropicana's license.
At any rate, he expects to be
introduced around to some of the
influential people here today, and
generally treated as an ordinary
guest. Just go light on him,
Mikey, sometimes the biggest crooks
don't like to think of themselves
as crooks...
Michael glances at Hagen, as though that last remark was
unnecessary.
HAGEN:
I'm sorry; of course, you know that.
MICHAEL:
Two-thirty. That gives me time to
see my boy.
HAGEN:
Connie's outside.
Michael doesn't want to see her.
HAGEN:
I promised; she said it was urgent.
Michael nods.
MICHAEL:
All right. Apologize to Pentangeli.
Neri opens the door; Hagen exits, and Connie steps in
impatiently, followed by Merle.
MICHAEL:
I said I would see my sister, alone.
MERLE:
(taking a cigarette
from the dispenser)
You don't, do you?
Connie steps forward, kisses Michael on the cheek.
CONNIE:
How are you, honey? You've met
Merle, haven't you. He was with me
in Vegas.
MICHAEL:
I saw him with you.
CONNIE:
We're going to Europe next week. I
want to get passage booked on the
Queen.
MICHAEL:
Why do you come to me? Why don't
you go to a travel agent?
MERLE:
We're going to get married first.
Michael is silent. Then he rises, and moves to the window
overlooking the lake.
MICHAEL:
The ink on your divorce isn't dry.
Your children see you on weekends;
your oldest boy, Michael Francis...
was in some trouble with the Reno
police over some petty theft that
you don't even know about.
CONNIE:
Michael...
MICHAEL:
You fly around the world with lazy
young men who don't have any love
for you, and use you like a whore.
CONNIE:
You're not my father!
MICHAEL:
Then why do you come to me?
CONNIE:
Because I need MONEY!
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