Connie and Carlo want you to be godfather to their little boy.
NERI opens the door; MICHAEL starts to get out; KAY too.
He smiles at her, tired, and a little sad.
KAY:
Will you?
MICHAEL:
Let me think about it, O.K.?
She smiles; MICHAEL goes with NERI to the Main House; KAY and the little BOY move to the house that was Sonny's.
INT DAY:
DON'S OFFICE (1955) VIEW ON DON CORLEONE, much older, much smaller in size. He wears baggy pants, and a warm plaid shirt. He sits in a chair, gazing out through the window, into the garden.
TESSIO (O.S.) Barzini's people chisel my territory and we do nothing about it. Pretty soon there won't be one place in Brooklyn I can hang my hat.
MICHAEL (O.S.) Just be patient.
TESSIO:
I'm not asking you for help, Mike.
Just take off the handcuffs.
MICHAEL (O.S.) Be patient.
CLEMENZA (O.S.) We gotta fight sometime. Let us at least recruit our regimes to full strength.
MICHAEL (O.S.) No, I don't want to give Barzini an excuse to start fighting.
TESSIO (O.S.) Mike, you're wrong.
CLEMENZA (O.S.) Don Corleone...Don Corleone.
The OLD MAN looks up. CLEMENZA stand before him in the Den.
Beside him is an anxious TESSIO. NERI stands by the door; HAGEN is seated; MICHAEL sits behind the big desk.
CLEMENZA:
You said there would come a day when Tessio and me could form our own Families. Only with your benediction, of course. I ask permission...
DON CORLEONE:
My son is head of the Family now.
If you have his permission, you have my good will.
MICHAEL:
In six months you can break off from the Corleone Family and go on your own. Carlo, I'm counting on you to make the move to Nevada; you'll be my right-hand man out there. Tom Hagen is no longer the Consigliere.
Everyone is a bit surprised; look to see HAGEN's reaction.
He remains inexpressive.
MICHAEL:
He's going to be our lawyer in Vegas. Nobody goes to him with any other business as of now, this minute. No reflection on Tom; that's the way I want it. Besides, if I ever need any advice, who's a better Consigliere than my father.
