The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script

CAPTAIN:

Habana, Habana.

EXT. HAVANA STREET - MOVING VIEW - DAY Michael and Bussetta are driven in a Mercury sedan, making its way through the streets of Havana.

CLOSE VIEW ON MICHAEL looking out the window.

MICHAEL'S POV Crowded streets, occasional roving bands playing for the tourists; there is much evidence of tourism: Americans walking through the streets with cameras. Occasionally, we see a Cuban with a row of numbers attached to his hat, carrying a big sheet of the daily lottery numbers. From all of these street impressions, the city is booming with activity, but there is also much evidence of whores and pimps and little children begging in the streets.

MED. VIEW The big American car stops at an intersection. Bussetta is sitting in the forward passenger side; while Michael is in the back. He hears tapping on the window; he turns and sees four Cuban boys tapping on his window and extending their hands, and rubbing their stomachs as though they were hungry.

The Cuban driver rolls down his window and shouts them away in Spanish.

INT. HAVANA CASINO LOBBY - MOVING VIEW - NIGHT Michael is led through a beautiful wooden lobby of the hotel, done in Spanish style, apparently just recently completed. He is approached by a thin, mousy man, SAM ROTH, who ushers him toward the casino entrance.

SAM ROTH:

Hiya, Mr. Corleone, I'm Sam Roth.

Welcome to the Capri; my brother's upstairs. You wanta take a rest before you see him, or can I get you something, anything at all?

MICHAEL:

No, I'm fine.

He leads Michael into the main casino.

SAM ROTH:

This is it! We think it makes Vegas look like the corner crap game.

MICHAEL:

Very impressive.

SAM ROTH:

Jake, Jake, come over here. Mike, I want you to meet Jake Cohen; he manages the casino for us.

COHEN:

(appreciating Michael's status) Mr. Corleone.

Sam turns to Bussetta and extends his glad-hand.

SAM ROTH:

Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure... He gets no response whatsoever from Bussetta.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT An extremely tall, well-built Cuban, tanned and wearing an attractive mustache, LEON, in his middle forties, reads from a prepared paper. His sentences are translated by a smaller man, standing to his rear.

LEON:

(Spanish) Most respected gentlemen, allow me to welcome you to the City of Havana, the Republic of Cuba on behalf of His Excellency, Fulgencio Batista.

THE VIEW BEGINS TO MOVE along the various men gathered for this meeting.

LEON (O.S.) I'd like to thank this distinguished group of American Industrialists, for continuing to work with Cuba, for the greatest period of prosperity in her entire history.

Mr. William Proxmiro, representing the General Fruit Company... Messrs.

Corngold and Dant, of the United Telephone and Telegraph Company; Mr.

Petty, regional Vice-President of the Pan American Mining Corporation; and, of course, our friend Mr.

Robert Allen, of South American Sugar. Mr. Nash of the American State Department. And Mr. Hyman Roth of Miami, and Michael Corleone of Nevada representing our Associates in Tourism and Leisure Activities.