The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script

杰瑞发布于2024-03-28

The compelling sequel to "The Godfather", contrasting the life of Corleone father and son. Traces the problems of Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) in 1958 and that of a young immigrant Vito Corleone (Robert De Niro) in 1917's Hell's Kitchen. Michael survives many misfortunes and Vito is introduced to a life of crime.

MICHAEL:
Let him gamble.
OLA:
Okay. You know he doesn't have that kind of money.
FREDO:
Mike said let him gamble.
Fredo puts his arm around his brother; he is high with the first attention Mike has ever given him, as though finally he is being taken seriously; as though his brother needs him.
FREDO:
Mike, I got something special up my sleeve for these boys. You ever hear of "Superman?" And I don't mean the comic book.
MICHAEL:
No.
FREDO:
Wait'll you see!
INT. HAVANA BAR - NIGHT Our group are in a large Havana bar; the walls totally covered with hundreds of fifths of different types of rum and other liquor.
A couple of the girls from the show are out with the men; Yolanda herself is giving them a private song and dance.
Fredo is a little loaded, and especially attentive to Michael this night.
FREDO:
Mikey, why would they ever hit poor old Frankie Five-Angels? I loved that ole sonuvabitch. I remember when he was just a 'button,' when we were kids. We used to put bedsheets on our heads, you know, like we were ghosts. An' ole Frankie come peek into our room, we'd jump up, and he'd always pretend like he was really scared.
You remember?
MICHAEL:
It was hard to have him killed.
FREDO:
You? What do you mean you, I thought...
MICHAEL:
It was hard to have him killed.
FREDO:
You? What do you mean you, I thought...
MICHAEL:
It was Frankie tried to have me hit.
FREDO:
No. I mean, are you sure?
MICHAEL:
You know otherwise, Freddie?
FREDO:
Me? NO, no, I don't know anything.
Fellas! You're all falling asleep.
We got to see Superman.
CLOSE ON MICHAEL A growing feeling about his brother.
EXT. GARISH HAVANA STREET - NIGHT The street is lit with tons of neon signs; it is alive with people; some roving bands of musicians. Everywhere are little boys running around, begging for money. And in doorways and windows are silent, dark-skinned women.
SENATOR REAM:
(pushing away from the palm outstretched little hands of the boys) Goddamn beggers. Goddamn city of beggars and pimps and whores. And we bend over backwards to support them with the goddamn sugar quota.