Francis Ford Coppola - The Godfather Scene 3 lyrics

KAY: Me? Oh, just you. CUT TO: LUCA BRASI GETTING READY FOR HIS MEETING – NIGHT [Putting on his vest and checking his gun.] [INT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY] [Mike and Kay are in a hotel room bed. The phone rings, and Kay picks up.] VOICE ON THE PHONE: Good afternoon, it's 3 o'clock KAY: *into phone* Thank you.... *to Michael, after hanging up the phone* Michael, it's 3 o'clock MICHAEL *barely awake*: What? KAY *laughs*: It's 3 o'clock. We hafta get up because we have to go to your father's house... MICHAEL: Why do we have to? KAY *laughing*: Because we have to, ya know. MICHAEL: If we go to my father's house – KAY: Uh-huh... MICHAEL: – we can't push the beds together... KAY *laughs*: Why not? MICHAEL: Because they're in separate rooms. KAY *laughs*: Well, alright then I...then we won't go...we won't tell your father... MICHAEL: Okay... KAY: You know, we'll just get married first and we'll tell'em later... MICHAEL: I can't do that... KAY: Then Michael, get outta bed. MICHAEL: We'll go tomorrow... KAY: Michael, they're expecting us! MICHAEL: Oh, Kay...get the phone... KAY: What are you gonna do? MICHAEL: Just get the phone... [Kay gives Michael the phone, and he picks up the receiver and the operator responds.] OPERATOR: *over the phone* Yes, may I help you? MICHAEL *into phone*: Hi, may I please have Orchard-9-9539 please... KAY: What are you doing? What are you doing? MICHAEL *to Kay*: You're going to be the long-distance operator from New Hampshire. *after Kay laughs* Come on... KAY *laughing*: I can't do this. MICHAEL: You gotta...come on... TOM'S VOICE *over phone*: Hello? KAY *pretending to be an operator, into phone*: Hello, this is long distance calling...I have a collect call from Mr. Michael Corleone...um, will you accept the charges? TOM'S VOICE *over phone*: Yes... KAY *pretending to be an operator, into phone*: One moment, please... [Kay hands Michael the receiver. He inaudibly asks Kay who it is, but she doesn't know.] MICHAEL *into phone*: Hello? TOM'S VOICE: Hello? MICHAEL *into phone*: Hello, Tom, how are you? TOM'S VOICE: Hi, Mike, how are you? MICHAEL *into phone*: Listen we're up in New Hampshire still we're gonna drive down tomorrow morning... [The beds on which Michael and Kay are laying, pushed together, begin to separate.] TOM: Is there anything I can do for you? MICHAEL'S VOICE: No, ah...we're fine. Now, I'm...I'm gonna see you Christmas...everybody's go in' out to the mall? TOM'S VOICE: Right... MICHAEL: Okay... TOM'S VOICE: Right, Mikey... MICHAEL *as the beds separate, and Michael and Kay fall between them*: Bye, Tom... CUT TO: DON CORLEONE'S OFFICE ON MOTT STREET – EARLY EVENING VITO CORLEONE: Andiamo, Fredo. Tell Paulie to get the car; we're going. FREDO: Okay, Pop – I'll have to get it myself, Pop; Paulie called in sick this morning. VITO CORLEONE: Huh?! FREDO *exiting*: Paulie's a good kid, I don't mind getting the car. [The office manager helps the Don with his coat.] VITO CORLEONE *to office manager: Buon nateli, Dano. Grazie CUT TO: LUCA BRASI WALKING DOWN HALLWAY TO THE BAR – NIGHT CUT TO: LUCA BRASI'S MEETING AT TATTAGLIA'S BAR – NIGHT BRUNO TATTAGLIA: Luca, I'm Bruno Tattaglia. LUCA: I know BRUNO TATTAGLIA: Su bequero Scotch? Pre-war... LUCA: Io no bib' "I don't drink". SOLLOZZO: You know who I am? LUCA *in Italian*: I know you. SOLLOZZO *in Italian*: You have been talking to the Tattaglia family... right? I think you and I can do business. I need someone strong like you. I heard you are not happy with the Corleone family. Want to join me?. LUCA *in Italian*: What's in it for me?. SOLLOZZO *in Italian*: $50,000...to start with.. LUCA *in Italian*: Not bad. SOLLOZZO *offering his hand to Luca; in Italian*: Agreed? [Luca doesn't shake. He takes out a cigarette, which Bruno lights.] LUCA: Grazie. [Bruno grabs Luca's hand to the bar, Sollozzo rams a knife into it, and Luca is garroted by an unidentified bu*tonman.] CUT TO: EXT. CITY STREET – EARLY MORNING [Sollozzo kidnaps Tom Hagen on the city street while Tom's Christmas shopping.] [Tom is carrying a sled and some tied-up boxes. "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" is playing.] SOLLOZZO: Tom! Tom Hagen! Merry Christmas! *after Tom nods* Heh, I'm glad I run into you; I want to talk to you. TOM: Well I haven't got time SOLLOZZO: Aw, make time, consiglieri. Get in the car. *then* What are you worried about? If I wanted to k** you, you'd be dead already. *then* Get in. [DISSOLVE TO: THE DON AND FREDO LEAVING THE GENCO OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON] VITO CORLEONE: Aspetta, Fredo; I'm gonna buy some fruit aspetta...wait. FREDO *getting into the driver's seat of the car*: Okay, Pop VITO CORLEONE *to merchant*: Hi, merry Christmas; I wan some fruit over there. What is this? Gimme three. And that one...After the Don gets some oranges and a green pepper, he hears footsteps, then running. He begins to run toward the car, he stumbles and falls onto the car. The shooters shoot about 10 shots at him. The Don screams Uh!, falls over, the a**a**ins run, and the Don falls to the curb. FREDO *gets out of the car, fumbling with the gun, then sits on the curb crying*: I can't...I can't...Papa!! CUT TO: EXT. RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL – EVENING [Michael and Kay walking outside of Radio City Music Hall, which is showing Leo McCarey's "The Bells of St. Mary's" which Michael and Kay just saw. Music playing is "Bells of St. Mary's".] KAY: Mike, would you like me better if I were a nun? Like in the story, you know? MICHAEL *after pausing*: No. KAY: Then would you like me better if I were Ingrid Bergman? MICHAEL: Now that's a thought... KAY *shaken*: Michael... MICHAEL: No, I would not like you better if you were Ingrid Bergman. KAY *upset*: Michael... MICHAEL: What's the matter? KAY: Michael... [They walk back to a newsstand they just pa**ed, and Michael picks up The Daily Mirror which has the headline: "VITO CORLEONE FEARED MURDERED". He flips the pages to reveal an inside article: "Assa**ins Gun Down Underworld Chief".] MICHAEL: They don't say if he's dead or alive... [They run across the street to a phone booth to call Sonny, as "Mystery Music" plays, an excerpt from the Title Theme.] MICHAEL *into the phone*: Sonny...Michael. SONNY'S VOICE *over the phone*: Michael, where you been? MICHAEL *into the phone*: Is he all right? SONNY'S VOICE *over the phone*: We don't know yet. There's all kinds of stories. *after a sigh* He was hit bad, Mikey...*then* Are you there? MICHAEL *into the phone*: Yeah, I'm here. SONNY'S VOICE: *over the phone* Where you been? I was worried. MICHAEL *into the phone*: Didn't Tom tell you? I called. SONNY'S VOICE *over the phone*: No look, come home, kid. You should be with Mama, ya'hear? MICHAEL *into the phone*: Alright... CUT TO: INT. SONNY'S HOUSE – NIGHT [Just after talking to Michael on the phone. Sonny hangs up.] SANDRA *sadly hugging Sonny*: Oh my God... [There's a loud crash heard off screen from outside the house.] SANDRA *as the baby starts to cry*: Oh! Sonny! [Sonny searches for and finds his gun from a drawer.] SONNY *to Sandra, at the door, after hearing knocking*: Get back...go. *to the door* Who is it? CLEMENZA'S VOICE *through the door*: Open up. It's Clemenza. SONNY *after letting him in*: What? CLEMENZA *entering*: There's more news about your old man. The word is out on the street that he's already dead. SONNY: Watch your mouth. What's the matter with you? CLEMENZA *after being pushed up against the wall*: Jesus Christ; take it easy...take it easy SONNY: Where was Paulie? CLEMENZA: Paulie was out sick. He been calling sick all winter. SONNY: How many times has he been sick? CLEMENZA: Only maybe three or four times. I mean – SONNY: 3, 4 times? CLEMENZA: I asked Freddy if he wants me to get a different bodyguard and he said no. SONNY: Listen, do me a favor, pick him up right now, I don't care how sick he is. If he's breathing, I want you to bring him to my father's house. Now, you understand? Now. CLEMENZA: Yeah. You want me to send any people over here? SONNY: No. No. No. Just you and him. Ga'head. [Clemenza leaves.] SONNY *to Sandra, who's holding the crying baby*: Look, uh... I'll be having some people come over to the house. A couple of our people... [Sonny's phone rings, and he picks up.] SONNY *into the phone*: Hello? SOLLOZZO'S VOICE *over the phone*: Santino Corleone? SONNY *into the phone, and Sandra leaves the room with the baby*: Yeah... SOLLOZZO'S VOICE *over the phone*: We have Tom Hagen. In about three hours he'll be released with our proposition. Sonny checks his watch, then writes the time onto the kitchen cabinet. SOLLOZZO'S VOICE *over the phone, continues*: Listen to everything he has to say before you do anything. What's done is done. *then* And don't lose that famous temper of yours, uh Sonny? SONNY *into the phone*: No, I'll wait... Sollozzo hangs up, then Sonny hangs up. CUT TO: INT. AN ABANDONED DINER – NIGHT [Sollozzo with kidnapped Tom Hagen.] SOLLOZZO *drinking coffee, to Tom*: Your boss is dead. I know you're not in the muscle-end of the family, Tom, so I don't want you to be scared. I want you to help the Corleone's, and I want you to help me. *handing Tom a drink* Yeah, we got him outside his office just about an hour after we picked you up. *then* Drink it. *then* So now it's up to you to make the peace between me and Sonny. *then* Sonny was hot for my deal, wasn't he? And you knew it was the right thing to do. TOM: Sonny'll come after you with everything he's got. SOLLOZZO: That'll be his first reaction, sure. That's why you gotta talk some sense into him. The Tattaglia family is behind me with all their people. The other New York Families will go along with anything that will prevent a full-scale war. Let's face it, Tom, and all due respect, the Don, rest in peace, was slippin'. Ten years ago could I have gotten to him? *then* Well now he's dead. He's dead, Tom, and nothing can bring him back. So you gotta talk to Sonny, you gotta talk to the caporegimes, that Tessio and Fat Clemenza. *then* It's good business, Tom. TOM: I'll try, but even Sonny won't be able to call off Luca Brasi. SOLLOZZO: Yeah, well, let me worry about Luca. *then* You just talk to Sonny – and the other two kids. TOM: I'll do my best. SOLLOZZO: Good. Now, you can go. *while walking out* I don't like violence, Tom. I'm a business man. Blood is a big expense. Outside, a car, sounding its horn, pulls up; Sollozzo goes to talk to them, and returns. SOLLOZZO: He's still alive. They hit 'em with five shots, and he's still alive! Well that's bad luck for me, and bad luck for you if you don't make that deal! CUT TO: MICHAEL ARRIVES AT CORLEONE COMPOUND – NIGHT [A car drop him off at the gate, and he goes inside, seeing family and friends.] CLEMENZA *sitting with his wife, stands to greet Michael*: Mike, your mother's over in the hospital with your father; looks like he's gonna pull through, thank God. CUT TO: THE DON'S OFFICE – NIGHT [With Sonny, Tom, Mike, Tessio, & Clemenza.] SONNY *b.g., to Tom*: Whattaya think? TOM *b.g., to Sonny*: Too much... SONNY *b.g., to Tom*: Huh? CLEMENZA *b.g., to Tessio*: ... it's a lot of bad blood. Sollozzo, Philip Tattaglia, Bruno Tattaglia; Garbone...