The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script

MICHAEL:

Six million dollars in cash is a high price for a piece of a country in the middle of a revolution.

Roth looks patiently at Michael, as though he were a child who hadn't minded the lesson that he had been taught over and over again.

ROTH:

You're a careful kid, and that's good. But look. An international dispatch on the wire service.

American journalism, not propaganda.

The government troops have all but eliminated the rebels. All but their radio station.

MICHAEL:

I've read it; I'm pleased that the government is doing so well. As a heavy investor, I'm pleased. How did the doctor find you?

ROTH:

Terrible. I'd give twice this amount to take a piss without it hurting.

MICHAEL:

Who had Frankie Pantangeli killed?

ROTH:

(taken a bit off-balance) Why...the Rosato Brothers.

MICHAEL:

I know that; but who gave the go ahead.

Roth glances to Ola; he is not a fool; he realizes Michael has begun to suspect him.

MICHAEL:

I know it wasn't me...so that leaves you.

ROTH:

There was this kid that I grew up with; he was a couple years younger than me, and sort of looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together, worked our way out of the street. Things were good and we made the most of it. During prohibition, we ran molasses up to Canada and made a fortune; your father too. I guess as much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him.

Later on he had an idea to make a city out of a desert stop-over for G.I.'s on the way to the West Coast.

That kid's name was Moe Greene, and the city he invented was Las Vegas.

This was a great man; a man with vision and guts; and there isn't even a plaque or a signpost or a statue of him in that town. Someone put a bullet through his eye; no one knows who gave the order. When I heard about it I wasn't angry. I knew Moe; I knew he was headstrong, and talking loud, and saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead, I let it go, and said to myself: this is the business we've chosen.

I never asked, who gave the go ahead because it had nothing to do with business.

He regards Michael silently a moment.

ROTH:

(continuing) There's three million dollars on that table. I'm going to lie down, maybe take a nap. When I wake up, if it's still there, I'll know I have a partner. If it's gone, then I'll know I don't.

The old man turns, and moves in his slippers, toward his bedroom.

INT. THE CORRIDOR - DAY Michael closes the door, and moves down the hallway. He is followed by Bussetta, who had waited in the corridor.

MICHAEL:

(Sicilian) How sick do you think the old man is?

BUSSETTA:

(Sicilian) He'll live longer than me.

INT. TROPICOR NIGHT CLUB - VIEW ON THE SHOW - NIGHT A Havana extravaganza, with tall, beautiful showgirls done up in flamboyant, 'South-of-the-Border' Carmen Miranda costumes; the lead singer is a six foot blonde doing "Rum and Coca Cola" in that style. Her name is YOLANDA.

MED. VIEW At a large round table, located in an obvious VIP section of the high, tropically draped room with living ferns and other tropical planting with artificial stars.