The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script

The WAITERS know him; immediately put a bottle of wine, some bread--and then a plate of veal on his table. He eats.

EXT DAY:

RESTAURANT (WINTER 1945) CLEMENZA exits the restaurant, belches, adjusts his pants; he is well fed.

We move with him around the corner, not knowing what to expect has happened to Paulie.

There is the car; PAULIE is still sitting behind the wheel, LAMPONE in the rear seat. CLEMENZA steps in.

CLEMENZA:

He talked my ear off. Want us to go back to Long Beach; have another job for us. Rocco, you live in the City, can we drop you off?

LAMPONE (O.S.) Ah, I left my car at your place.

CLEMENZA:

OK, then you gotta come back.

The car pulls out. By now, PAULIE is completely relaxed and secure.

PAULIE:

You think we'll go for that last place?

CLEMENZA:

Maybe, or you gotta know now.

PAULIE:

Holy cow, I don't gotta know nothing.

EXT DAY:

PAULIE'S CAR ON CAUSEWAY (WINTER 1945) The car moves along the ready beach area of the causeway.

Inside, CLEMENZA turns to PAULIE.

CLEMENZA:

Paulie, pull over. I gotta take a leak.

The car pulls off the Causeway, into the reeds. CLEMENZA steps out of the car, OUR VIEW MOVING with him.

He turns his back three quarters from us (we can no longer see the car), unzips, and we hear the sound of urine hitting the ground. We wait on this for a moment; and then there are two GUNSHOTS. CLEMENZA finishes his leak, zips up and turns, moving back to the car.

PAULIE is dead, bleeding from the mouth; the windows behind him are shattered.

CLEMENZA:

Leave the gun.

LAMPONE gets out, the two men walk through the reeds a few feet where there is another car. They get in, and drive off.

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EXT DAY:

MALL (WINTER 1945) HIGH ANGLE OF THE MALL. It is late afternoon. Many strange cars are parked on the nearby streets. We can see the group of BUTTON MEN, stationed here and there, obviously sentries with concealed weapons.

MICHAEL walks along in the rear yard.

He is bundled in a warm marine coat. He looks at the strange men, regarding them with an uncertain awe. They look back at him, at first suspiciously and then with the respect of his position. He is like an exile Prince. He wanders past them, and hesitates and looks at the yard.

A rusted set of garden swings; and other home playground equipment. The basketball ring now half coming off. This is where he was a child. Then a shout.

CLEMENZA (O.S.) Mike. Hey Mikey; telephone.