The Long Arm of the Godfather Page #3

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What's the matter with you?

Is this how you turned out a Hollywood

finocchio, that cries like a woman?

"What can I do? What can I do?"

What is that nonsense?

Ridiculous.

- You spend time with your family?

- Sure I do.

Good.

Because a man who doesn't spend time

with his family can never be a real man.

You look terrible. I want you to eat.

Rest, and in a month this Hollywood

big shot will give you what you want.

It's too late, they start shooting

in a week.

I'm going to make him an offer

he can't refuse.

Just go outside and enjoy yourself,

and forget about all this nonsense.

- I want you to leave it all to me.

- All right.

- What time does my daughter leave?

- Soon, after they cut the cake.

Do we give your son-in-law

something important?

Never. Give him a living, but never

discuss the family business with him.

- What else?

- Virgil Sollozzo called.

- We'll have to see him next week.

- When you come back from California.

- When am I going to California?

- Tonight.

I want you to talk to this movie big shot

and settle this business for Johnny.

If there's nothing else, I'd like to go

to my daughter's wedding.

Carlo, we're going to take the picture.

Wait a minute.

No, Michael. Not me.

Okay, that's it. Just like that. Hold it!

- You need a little more heat on that arc.

- Start talking.

I was sent by a friend

of Johnny Fontane.

This friend would give

his friendship to Mr Woltz...

...if Mr Woltz would grant us a favour.

Woltz is listening.

Give Johnny the part in that war film

you're starting next week.

And what favour would your friend

grant Mr Woltz?

He could make your future union

problems disappear.

And one of your stars has just moved

from marijuana to heroin.

Are you trying to muscle me?

Listen, you son-of-a-b*tch!

Let me lay it on the line. Johnny

Fontane will never get that movie!

No matter how many Dago Guinea

greaseballs come out of the woodwork!

- I'm German-Irish.

- Listen here, my Kraut-Mick friend.

- I'm going to make trouble for you!

- I'm a lawyer. I haven't threatened...

I know New York's big lawyers.

Who are you?

I have a special practice. I handle

one client. I'll wait for your call.

By the way, I admire your pictures

very much.

Check him out.

- It's really beautiful.

- Look at this.

- It used to decorate a king's palace.

- Very nice.

Why didn't you say

you work for Corleone?

I thought you were some cheap hustler

Johnny was running in.

- I only use his name when necessary.

- How's your drink?

- Fine.

- Now I'll show you something beautiful.

You do appreciate beauty, don't you?

There you are.

I bet Russian czars never paid

that for a single horse.

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