He slips into his trousers. Then he moves to his WIFE to tie his tie, as she has done for years.
BONASERA:
And if the other families find out...they will make me their enemy.
They could come here to our house.
I curse the day I ever went to the Godfather.
EXT NITE:
FUNERAL PARLOR (SPRING 1946) With his ring of keys, he opens the funeral parlor, enters.
INT NITE:
FUNERAL PARLOR (SPRING 1946) BONASERA walks through the darkened funeral parlor, without turning on the lights; then into the rear, preparation room, past the tables, and equipment. He operates the chain that lifts a large overhead garage type door. And looks out into the alley.
He sits on a bench, and waits.
EXT NITE:
FUNERAL PARLOR ALLEY (SPRING 1946) The tires of a car roll very quietly along the small alley; we notice a dark car approach the rear of BONASERA's funeral parlor.
CLEMENZA gets out, and moves to the open, rear door.
BONASERA greets him, too petrified to speak. He notices TWO OTHER MEN get out of the car, and carry a stretcher with a CORPSE swaddled in a gray blanket, with yellowed feet protruding.
BONASERA closes his eyes in fear, but indicates which way the MEN should carry their sinister burden.
INT NITE:
FUNERAL PARLOR EMBALMING ROOM (SPRING 1946) They carry the CORPSE to one of the tables in the embalming room.
Then BONASERA turns to see ANOTHER MAN step out of the darkness somewhat uncertainly. It is DON CORLEONE.
He walks up to BONASERA, very close, without speaking. His cold eyes looking directly at the frightened UNDERTAKER.
Then, after a long gaze:
DON CORLEONE:
Well my friend, are you ready to do me this service?
BONASERA nods. The DON moves to the CORPSE on the embalming table; he makes a gesture, and the OTHER MEN leave them alone.
BONASERA:
What do you wish me to do?
DON CORLEONE:
(staring at the table) I want you to use all your powers, all your skill, as you love me. I do not want his mother to see him as he is.
He draws down the gray blanket.
BONASERA lets out a gasp of horror at what he sees: The bullet-smashed face of SONNY CORLEONE.
EXT NITE:
TOLL BOOTHS (SPRING 1946) SONNY extends his hand with a coin at the toll booth.
A car suddenly swerves in front of him, trapping him in the booth, and in incredible rally of machine gun fire greets him, coming through and smashing the windows of the toll booths on both side of him, and from the front window of the car blocking him.
