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Hello, Carlo.

I’m trying to tell you…

Oh, Mama, please!

Michael! Michael!

What is it? Where is he?

Michael, you lousy bastard! You killed my husband.

You waited until Papa died, so nobody could stop you and then you killed him.

You blamed him for Sonny. You always did. Everybody did.

But you never thought about me! You never gave a damn about me!

Now what are we gonna do?

Connie.

Why do you think he kept Carlo at the Mall?

All the time he knew he was going to kill him.

And you stood godfather to our baby.

You lousy cold-hearted bastard!

Want to know how many men he had killed with Carlo?

Read the papers, read the papers!

That’s your husband, that’’s your husband!

No! No, no…

Take her upstairs. Get her a doctor.

She’s hysterical.

Hysterical.

Michael, is it true?

Don’t ask me about my business, Kay.

Is it true?

Don’t ask me about my business.

No. Enough!

All right.

This one time.

This one time I’ll let you ask me about my affairs.

Is it true?

Is it?

No.

Don Corleone.