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Hey, Paulie! Let me have some wine.

Paulie! More wine.

Music plays.

Ah, you look terrific on the floor.

What, you a dance judge or something?

Go take a walk around the neighborhood.

Do your job.

Hey Sandra, come on, do me a favor. Watch the kids.

Don’t let them run wild, all right?

Well, you watch yourself, all right?

20, 30 grand. In small bills, cash.

In that little silk purse.

If this were somebody else’s wedding… Sfortunato!

Hey, Paulie!

I got two gabagool, capocol, and a prosciut.

Stupid jerk!

Hey, what’s the matter?

Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home.

Hey!

Partire. Get out of here!

It’s a private party. Go on!

What is it?

Hey, it’’s my sister’s wedding.

Goddamn FBI don’t respect nothing!

Hey! Come here, come here, come here, come here!

…but towards the end, he was paroled to help with the American war effort,

so for the last six months he’s been working in my pastry shop.

Nazorine, my friend, What can I do for you?

Now that the war is over,

this boy, Enzo, they want to repatriate him back to Italy.

Godfather, I have a daughter.

You see, she and Enzo…

You want Enzo to stay in this country, and your daughter to be married.

You understand everything.

Mr. Hagen. Thank you.

Wait till you see the beautiful wedding cake I made for your daughter!

Oof, like this!

The bride and the groom with the angel…

Who should I give this job to?

Not to our paisan.

Give it to a Jew Congressman in another district. Who else is on the list?

Hey, Michael!

He’s not on the list, but Luca Brasi wants to see you.

Is this… Is this necessary?

He didn’t expect to be invited to the wedding, so he wanted to thank you.

All right.

Don Corleone, I’m honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home

on the wedding day of your daughter.

May their first child be a masculine child.

Michael…

That man over there is talking to himself.

See that scary guy over there?

He’s a very scary guy.

Well, who is he? What’’s his name?

His name is Luca Brasi. He helps my father out sometimes.

Oh Michael, wait… He’s coming over here!

Michael!

Hey!

You look terrific!

My brother Tom Hagen, Miss Kay Adams.

How do you do? Nice to meet you. How do you do, Tom?

Your father’s been asking for you.

Very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

If he’s your brother, why does he have a different name?

Oh, back when my brother, Sonny, was a kid, he found Tom Hagen on the street.

And he had no home, and so my father took him in.

And he’s been with us ever since.

He’s a good lawyer.

Not a Sicilian.

I think he’s going to be consigliere.

What’s that?

That’s a,

like a counselor, an advisor. Very important to the family.

You like your lasagna?

Don Corleone.

I am honored and grateful

that you have invited me to your daughter’s wedding.

On the day of your daughter’s wedding.

And I hope that their first child will be a masculine child.

I pledge my ever-ending loyalty.

For your daughter’s bridal purse.

Thank you, Luca. My most valued friend.

Don Corleone, I’m going to leave you now, because I know you’re busy.

Thank you.

SignoraCorleone!

No! No! No!

Senator Cauley apologized for not coming personally, but said you’‘d understand.

Also some of the judges. They’ve all sent gifts.

He came all the way from California to come to the wedding.

I told you he was going to come!

Been two years. He’s probably in trouble again.

He’s a good godson.

Johnny, Johnny! Sing a song!

You never said you knew Johnny Fontane!

Sure. You want to meet him?

Huh? Oh… Great! Sure.

My father helped him with his career.

He did?

How?

Let’s listen to this song. No, Michael…

Please, Michael. Tell me.

Well, when Johnny was first starting out,

he was signed to this personal service contract with a big bandleader.

And as his career got better and better,

he wanted to get out of it.

Now, Johnny is my father’’s godson.

And my father went to see this bandleader.

And he offered him $10,000 to let Johnny go,

but the bandleader said no.

So the next day

my father went to see him, only this time with Luca Brasi.

And within an hour,

he signed a release for a certified check of $1,000.

Well, how did he do that?

My father made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

What was that?

Luca Brasi held a gun to his head,

and my father assured him that either his brain or his signature would be on the contract.

That’s a true story.