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I want no inquiries made.

I want no acts of vengeance.

I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the five families.

This war stops now.

Call Bonasera.

I need him now.

This is Tom Hagen. I’m calling for Vito Corleone, at his request.

Oh, you owe your Don a service.

He has no doubt that you will repay it.

He will be at your funeral parlor in one hour. Be there to greet him.

Well, my friend, are you ready to do me this service?

Yes. What do you want me to do?

I want you to use all your powers and all your skills.

I don’t want his mother to see him this way.

Look how they massacred my boy.

Fabrizio!

Are you driving yourself, boss? Yes.

Is your wife coming with you?

No, I want you to take her to her father’s house until I know things are safe.

Okay, anything you say, boss.

Calo, where is Apollonia?

Fabrizio!

No! No, Apollonia!

Don Barzini, I want to thank you

for helping me organize this meeting in a day,

and the other heads of the five families from New York and New Jersey.

Carmine Cuneo from the Bronx,

and from Brooklyn

Philip Tattaglia.

And from Staten Island

we have with us Victor Strachi.

And the other associates that came as far as from California and Kansas City and all the other territories of the country. Thank you.

How did things ever get so far?

I don’t know.

It was so unfortunate, so unnecessary.

Tattaglia lost a son, and I lost a son.

We’re quits. And if Tattaglia agrees,

then I’m willing to let things go on the way they were before.

We’re all grateful to Don Corleone for calling this meeting.

We all know him as a man of his word.

A modest man who always listens to reason.

Yes, Don Barzini. He’s too modest.

He had all the judges and politicians in his pocket.

He refused to share them.

When did I ever refuse an accommodation?

All of you know me here.

When did I ever refuse, except one time? And why?

Because I believe

this drug business is gonna destroy us in the years to come.

I mean, it’s not like gambling or liquor or even women,

which is something that most people want nowadays,

but is forbidden to them by the pezzonovante of the Church.

Even the police departments

that have helped us in the past with gambling and other things

are going to refuse to help us when it comes to narcotics.

And I believed that then and I believe that now.

Times have changed.

It’s not like the old days, when we can do anything we want.

A refusal is not the act of a friend.

If Don Corleone had all the judges and politicians in New York,

then he must share them

or let others use them. He must let us draw the water from the well.

Certainly he can present a bill for such services.

After all, we’re not communists.

I also don’t believe in drugs.

For years I paid my people extra,

so they wouldn’t do that kind of business.

Somebody says to them and says, “I have powders.

If you put up 3-4,000 dollar investment,

we can make 50,000 distributing”

So they can’t resist.

I want to control it as a business, to keep it respectable.

I don’t want it near schools,

I don’t want it sold to children.

That’s an infamia.

In my city we would keep the traffic and the dark people, the colored.

They’re animals anyway, so let them lose their souls.

I hoped that we could come here and reason together.

And as a reasonable man,

I’m willing to do whatever is necessary

to find a peaceful solution to this problem.

Then we are agreed.

The traffic in drugs will be permitted, but controlled.

And Don Corleone will give us protection in the east, and there will be the peace.

But I must have strict assurance from Corleone.

As time goes by and his position becomes stronger,

will he attempt any individual vendetta?

Look, we are all reasonable men here.

We don’t have to give assurances as if we were lawyers.

You talk about vengeance.

Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you?

Or my boy to me?

I forgo the vengeance of my son.

But I have selfish reasons.

My youngest son was forced to leave this country

because of this Sollozzo business.

All right.

And I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely.

Cleared of all these false charges.

But I’m a superstitious man.

And if some unlucky accident should befall him,

if he should get shot in the head by a police officer,

or if he should hang himself in his jail cell,

or if he’s struck by a bolt of lightning,

then I’m going to blame some of the people in this room.

And that I do not forgive.

But, that aside

let me say that I swear on the souls of my grandchildren,

that I will not be the one to break the peace we’ve made here today.