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While this remains, we hear: "I believe in America."
America has made my fortune.
fashion; I gave her freedom, but
family. She found a boy friend,
not an Italian. She went to the
movies with him, stayed out late.
Two months ago he took her for a
drive, with another boy friend.
then they tried to take advantage
of her. She resisted; she kept her
honor. So they beat her like an
animal. When I went to the hospital
her nose was broken, her jaw was
shattered and held together by
wire, and she could not even weep
because of the pain.
I went to the Police like a good
American. These two boys were
arrested and brought to trial. The
in prison, and suspended the
sentence. Suspended sentence!
They went free that very day. I
stood in the courtroom like a fool,
me. Then I said to my wife, for
Justice, we must go to The Godfather.
in his home.
The blinds are closed, and so the room is dark, and with
voices of many people outside.
Bonasera, we know each other for
years, but this is the first time
you come to me for help. I don't
remember the last time you invited
me to your house for coffee...even
though our wives are friends.
What do you want of me? I'll give
you anything you want, but do what
And what is that Bonasera?
BONASERA whispers into the DON's ear.
No. You ask for too much.
I ask for Justice.
The Court gave you justice.
An eye for an eye!
Then make them suffer as she
suffers. How much shall I pay you.
with real friends. You think it's
enough to be an American. All
there are Courts of Law, so you
don't need a friend like me.
But now you come to me and say Don
Corleone, you must give me justice.
And you don't ask in respect or
friendship. And you don't think to
call me Godfather; instead you come
to my house on the day my daughter
is to be married and you ask me to
do murder...for money.
America has been good to me...
Then take the justice from the
judge, the bitter with the sweet,
Bonasera. But if you come to me
with your friendship, your loyalty,
and then, believe me, they would
Slowly, Bonasera bows his head and murmurs.
Be my friend.
Good. From me you'll get Justice.
Some day, and that day may never
come, I would like to call upon you
to do me a service in return.
MALL (SUMMER 1945)
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