The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script

FREDO:

(going) Paulie's a good kid. If he's sick, he's sick. I don't mind getting the car.

FREDDIE leaves. He slowly puts on his jacket. Looks out his window.

EXT DUSK:

OLIVE OIL CO. (WINTER 1945) FREDDIE crosses the street.

INT DUSK:

OLIVE OIL OFFICE (WINTER 1945)

OFFICE MANAGER:

Buon Watale, Don Corleone.

The MANAGER helps him on with his overcoat. Once again, the DON glances out his window.

The black car pulls up; FREDDIE driving.

DON CORLEONE:

Merry Christmas.

(handing the MANAGER an envelope) And he starts down the stairs.

EXT DUSK:

OLIVE OIL CO. (WINTER 1945) The light outside is very cold, and beginning to fail. When FREDDIE sees his FATHER coming, he moves back into the driver's seat. The DON moves to the car, and is about to get in when he hesitates, and turns back to the long, open fruit stand near the corner.

The PROPRIETOR springs to serve him. The DON walks among the trays and baskets, and merely points to a particular piece of fruit. As he selects, the MAN gingerly picks the pieces of fruit up and puts them into a paper bag. The DON pays with a five dollar bill, waits for his change, and then turns back to the car.

EXT DUSK:

POLKS TOY STORE (WINTER 1945) TOM HAGEN exits carrying a stack of presents, all gift wrapped. He continues past the windows. As he walks, someone walks right in his way. He looks up. It is SOLLOZZO.

He takes TOM by the arm and walks along with him.

SOLLOZZO:

(quietly) Don't be frightened. I just want to talk to you.

A car parked at the curb suddenly flings its rear door open.

SOLLOZZO:

(urgently) Get in; I want to talk to you.

HAGEN pulls his arm free. He is frightened.

HAGEN:

I haven't got time.

TWO MEN suddenly appear on either side of him.

SOLLOZZO:

Get in the car. If I wanted to kill you you'd be dead already.

Trust me.

HAGEN, sick to his stomach, moves with his ESCORTS, leaving our VIEW on the Mechanical windows gaily bobbing the story of Hansel and Gretel. We HEAR the car doors shut, and the car drive off.

EXT NIGHT:

RADIO CITY - PHONE BOOTH (WINTER 1945) RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL during the Christmas show. KAY and MICHAEL exit; tears are still streaming down her cheeks, and she sniffles, and dries her tears with Kleenex. KAY nostalgically hums "The Bells of Saint Mary's," as they walk arm in arm.

KAY:

Would you like me better if I were a nun?

MICHAEL:

No.